Colour sunflower tattoo with yellow petals, brown outlines and a dark centre, with a short green stem, on a person's lower back.

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Sunflower tattoo on the lower back

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A single sunflower is shown in the centre of a bare back, with its petals drawn in yellow and ochre and outlined in brown. The dark brown centre has soft shading, and a small green stem sits at the base of the flower. The flower is centred in the frame against plain skin and white bedding.

Botanical Back Sunflower Flower Petal Stem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hall at Shelford smelled of floor polish and cut grass, because the doors had been propped open all afternoon and the field beyond the car park was still stubbled from the hay. Ronnie Pask had the gramophone on a trestle by the stage, and he was swapping records with the same patience he used on the tractor. You had come with your cousin Bea, who had told you to stand near the lemonade and look unbothered, and you had done neither.

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Then a boy from the Hollis farm crossed the boards with a sunflower he had cut from the verge behind the Co-op, its head as big as a saucer and dropping a little, the stem wrapped in damp newspaper. He did not ask you to dance. He pushed the flower into your hands and said his mother grew them for the seed, and that the heads turned to follow the sun all day, so you could never quite catch them facing away from you.

You danced the next three numbers with it tucked under your arm like a parcel. The petals were already browning at the edges, and the dark middle shed a fine dust onto your sleeve every time you spun. By the last waltz Bea had taken the flower from you to save it, and she propped it in a jam jar on the windowsill, where it leaned towards the lamp outside.

Walking home along the lane, you thought about what he had said about the sun. Nobody had ever given you anything that was already trying to face the right way. You kept the jar on your own sill for a month after that, long after the petals had gone, and you never once wondered which way it was facing.