Colour tattoo of a sunflower with a bee and a white daisy on a person's upper back, drawn with bold black outlines in a traditional style.

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Sunflower, bee and daisy on the upper back

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A large sunflower with a bee resting on its petals sits across the upper back, with a white daisy and green stems and leaves below it. Bold black outlines define the petals and leaves, which are shaded in yellow, orange and green, with a dark brown centre to the sunflower. The design runs diagonally from the shoulder blade towards the spine, with the daisy balancing the lower left of the composition.

Traditional Botanical Back Shoulder Sunflower Bee Daisy Leaves Stem Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The marrow was disqualified before the judges reached the sunflowers, which Mrs Ancell maintained was not her fault. She had grown the sunflower from a seed kept in a tobacco tin since the summer her husband went down to the coast, and by the first week of August it stood taller than the vicarage gutter. Every morning its head swung east to meet the sun over the allotments, and by noon it faced the church like a parishioner who had lost the thread of the sermon.

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Mr Pryce, a retired postman with a clipboard and a tape measure, circled the bed twice before he set the tape against the stem. A bee had come down onto the petals while he worked, a fat striped thing with a dusty back, and it settled in the dark centre as though it had paid the entry fee itself. Pryce asked whether the insect was part of the exhibit. Mrs Ancell said it had been visiting every afternoon since July and she had long stopped minding.

The Hendersons' prize marrow had gone soft in the heat, so the committee had little to say against the sunflower on height. The chairwoman, Mrs Dunne, could not award a rosette to a bee, but she could invent a category, and by half past three there was a card on the trestle table reading Most Visited Exhibit in biro. Mrs Ancell pinned the blue rosette to her cardigan and found that the bee had not moved an inch.

She walked home in the long gold light with the sunflower's head heavy over the garden gate, the bee asleep in its centre with its legs tucked under. At the foot of the stem stood the daisy she had bought from the garden centre in Hexham as an afterthought, a pale little thing that had kept the bed from looking bare. She stopped to look at the two of them for a while, then left the gate propped open so the bee could find its own way out in the morning.