Solid black stylised lotus flower with pointed petals and a long curling stem, drawn as a tattoo design on a white background.

Stylised lotus flower with curling stem

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A stylised lotus flower with five pointed black petals, three of them rising above and two spreading to the sides, with a single curling stem that ends in a tight spiral at the bottom. The design is drawn in solid black shapes with smooth, tapering edges and open white centres in the petals. It is shown on a plain white background with the flower centred and the stem flowing down and curling to the right.

Botanical Lotus Flower Petal Stem Swirl Spiral

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tyre went on the Vellan road just after noon, and Marisol sat on the tailgate with the jack in the dust while the heat lifted off the tarmac in sheets. Nothing moved for miles except a single crow working the fence posts. Behind her, in the cab, her grandmother's tin rattled against the dashboard every time the wind leaned on the van.

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Inside the tin were lotus seeds, hard as pebbles and grey as old teeth. Grandmother had carried them out of the drowned pond at Harrow Vell and kept them for thirty years, insisting they would wait for water the way some people wait for a letter. Marisol had laughed at that. She was not laughing now, but she was practical. She filled the dented enamel pan from her spare water, pressed a seed into the wet sand at its bottom, and set it in the shade of the van.

She fixed the tyre by four and drove on, and by the time the sun dropped behind the ridge she had almost forgotten the pan. When she stopped for the night at the lay-by, the pan was crowded with a pale green stalk, and at its top a bud had split open, five petals unfolding like the fingers of a hand. The stem had wound itself into a tight curl, pointing back the way she had come, as if it wanted to know whether anyone else was coming down the road.

She sat with it until the stars came out, then tipped a little more water into the pan and left the lid of the tin open beside it. Somewhere out there, she thought, the road still ran in both directions, and a flower did not care which one it faced.