Colour neo-trad tattoo of sugar skulls, red roses and a purple flower across the upper arm and shoulder.

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Sugar skulls and roses on an upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

Two skulls are stacked on the arm, the upper one with ornate filigree patterns across its forehead and the lower one with teal and pink dotted cheek decorations. A purple flower with a yellow centre sits between the skulls, and red roses wrap around the sides and lower edge. The skulls use soft grey shading and bold outlines, while the roses and flower use strong saturated colour with dark shadows.

Neo-trad Upper arm Shoulder Skull Sugar skull Rose Flower Filigree Skin

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit by the stove, the kettle's still warm, and mind the flour on that chair. You've been staring at the window of the Bell Street shop as if the skulls might climb out of it, so I'll tell you how they came to be there. In the summer of 1954, when the dust off the Mesa road got into everything, a widow called Lucía Serrano took over the back room of the old cobbler's and started boiling sugar in a pan her husband had once used for glue.

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She made skulls for the Día de los Muertos, though the town only half understood what that meant then. Each one took three days. The sugar set hard as glass, and then she piped white ridges across the brow in curls like the ironwork on a gate. The cheeks she dotted in teal and pink, because the Halloran girls were fond of those colours and Lucía had decided the dead deserved better than plain. People came in to laugh at her and stayed to buy one for their mothers.

The turn came in October, when a man walked in from the railway with a sunburnt neck and asked for a skull with roses, the red kind that smell of rain. He had a brother buried in the cemetery on the hill and no money for a stone. Lucía made him a skull the size of a fist, wrote his brother's name across its forehead in fine white icing, and he carried it up the hill in both hands like bread.

The next morning the back room was empty of sugar and the window was full of roses. Nobody ever learned who paid for the glass. I still have one of her skulls, wrapped in newspaper from 1955, and I won't tell you the name on it, because that is the one thing she asked me to keep.