Colour sunflower tattoo with arched word ILLUMINATION above it on a forearm, in a traditional style with bold black outlines.

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Sunflower with illumination lettering on forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A large sunflower with yellow petals and a blue-grey centre sits on the inner arm, with the word ILLUMINATION arched across the top in black capitals. The petals have bold black outlines and simple yellow shading, and the flower fills most of the frame. The skin is lit evenly against a dark blue top and jeans in the background.

Traditional Forearm Sunflower Flower Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sunflower is already drooping when the 7.42 pulls in, its stem wrapped in damp brown paper that your aunt insisted on. You hold it the wrong way up, like a bunch of asparagus, and the porter, Hollis, takes your case without asking and nods at the flower. "Wedding or funeral?" he says. "Neither. A lecture," you tell him, and he laughs as if that is the saddest thing he has heard all week.

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The platform at Thornbury Road still has its old enamel sign above the waiting room, and someone has scratched ILLUMINATION into the paint with a key, then given up halfway through the last I. Your grandmother used to say sunflowers follow the sun from east to west and turn back in the dark to wait for it. Nobody believed her, least of all the guard, who lifts his flag and mutters that the line is running slow again, and why would anyone plant a thing that needs so much looking after.

The carriage smells of coal smoke and wet wool. You sit by the window with the flower across your knees, its petals going brown at the edges but its centre still dark and patient. Past the cutting, the sun clears the fields all at once, and you lift the head so it faces the glass. By the time the tunnel swallows the platform, the flower has turned its whole face toward the light, the way you always said it would, and you find you cannot be cross with it any more.