Colourful sugar skull tattoo design with roses, gem-set eyes and ornate scrollwork on a black background, shown as a flash drawing.

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Sugar skull with roses and gem eyes

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A brightly coloured sugar skull is drawn front-on against a solid black background, decorated with floral filigree, swirling scrollwork and a red rose on the left temple. Its eye sockets and forehead carry faceted gem shapes, and a flower sits at the top of the skull. The bold outlines, dense patterning and symmetrical frame of red and orange scrolls give it the look of a finished design sheet rather than a photograph of skin.

Sugar skull Skull Rose Diamond Gem Scrollwork Filigree Flower Floral Ornament Frame

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The storm had buried the road to Thornmere by dusk, so the travellers came in off the moor with snow in their collars and nobody asked where they had been. Mistress Abel gave them the settle by the hearth and the last of the mulled cider, and she did not look twice at the carved box the old peddler set on the table. He was a thin man with a grey coat, and he kept one hand on the lid the whole evening.

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"You'll want to know what's inside," he said, when the candles guttered low. "Everyone does. It is my wife's skull, if you must know, and she was the finest painter in Oaxaca before the fever took her. She painted the dead as they ought to be remembered, all sugar and marigold, with stones for eyes so they could see the living home. Then she painted me a rose on one temple, red as a bad debt, and told me it would keep me honest."

The innkeeper's son laughed, and then stopped laughing, because the peddler had opened the box. Inside lay a painted skull, bright as a coin, its eye sockets set with two cut diamonds that caught the firelight and threw it across the rafters like scattered sparks. The rose on its temple looked freshly inked. Something in the room went very still.

He closed the lid before anyone could reach for it. "She never finished the frame," he said quietly. "That is the bit I still owe her. Shall I tell you why I have carried her about the moor for seven winters?"

Nobody answered, and by morning the box was gone from the table, and only one red scroll of paint remained on the settle where his hand had rested.