Black and grey traditional tattoo of a swallow with two roses and leaves on the back of a hand.

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Swallow and roses on the hand

Traditional · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A swallow in flight spans the back of the hand, with two shaded roses and leaves set around its wings and head. The bold dark outlines are paired with grey shading that gives the wings and petals depth. The photo is taken against a black background, and partial grey shading is visible at the top edge near the wrist.

Traditional Hand Swallow Rose Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The swallow came down onto the harbour wall at Whitby just as the bride's mother was pinning a rose to her coat. Walter Dunn watched it from the bench outside the Ship Inn, his good suit creased from the drive over the moors, and counted the years it had taken the bird to find him again. Twenty-two. Same wall, same tide, same foolish grin.

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Inside, his granddaughter Lois was fixing her veil in the back room with two pins between her teeth. Walter had carried the roses up the cliff steps himself, a dozen red ones wrapped in brown paper, because the florist had forgotten the second bunch and he would not let her walk down the aisle with half a bouquet. She told him he was an old fool. She also kissed his cheek and said nothing about the sea bag still packed under the stairs.

That bag had been his since 1989, when he left Hull on a coaster bound for Lisbon with a promise written on a beer mat and tucked in his pocket. He had come home eventually, though not in time for anything that mattered. The swallows never waited for anybody, but they always came back to the same walls, and he had decided somewhere in the second decade that this was as close to forgiveness as the sea would ever grant him.

When the vicar asked for the rings, Walter stood up and went to the front. Through the open window a swallow crossed the nave, dipped low over the pews, and vanished into the sun. Lois saw it and laughed. Walter gave her the last rose from the paper, a little bruised at the edge, and told her the bird had been the best man, and nobody in Whitby argued with him.