Grey tribal swirl tattoo on the side of a stomach above the hip, with a white bra top and white underwear visible.

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Swirling tribal ornament on a stomach

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A close crop of a torso showing a large ornamental tattoo of interlocking swirls, curls and tapering tendrils. The linework is fine and dark, filled with soft grey-teal shading that gives the design some depth. The tattoo sits to one side of the navel, and the plain skin and white clothing keep the focus on the design.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abernathy had been pruning the bindweed for three days before she admitted it was not bindweed. The stems came up through the cracked flagstones behind the almshouse wall, curling back on themselves the way a cat turns before it settles, and every curl ended in a point as fine as a needle. Nobody in Hollin Row had planted it. The vicar said it was a seed off the wind. The baker said it was the Hales boy, who had been sweet on the greenhouse glass.

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Her grandson Tobias, who was nine and believed in nothing he could not eat, dug up one root to prove it. Underneath, the roots ran in loops like a bundle of wet ribbon, and where they knotted together they had a faint grey sheen, the colour of river stones after rain. He held it up to the light and said it looked like writing. Mrs Abernathy said it was writing, of a sort, and that the garden had been trying to tell them something since the spring frost.

On the seventh morning the vine had reached the water butt. It had wound itself three times round the iron hoop and tapped the lid open. Inside, the rainwater was perfectly still, and on its surface lay a single curl of leaf, turning slowly, as if the whole plant had been sending its handwriting down into the dark to see who would answer.

Tobias knelt and wrote his name in the dirt beside it, letter by careful letter. The vine lifted, read it, and dropped a small white flower on the T.