Neo-traditional colour tattoo of a steaming teacup with a dragonfly, turquoise flowers and a banner reading Yes Darling, on the calf.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Teacup and banner on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

A steaming teacup with a patterned, dragonfly-decorated body sits at the centre of the design, framed by two turquoise flowers with dark green leaves and a red and orange banner that reads Yes Darling. The linework is bold and black, with solid fills and soft shading on the cup and banner. The palette is strongly coloured, with blues, teal, yellow and orange, set against pale skin on the lower leg.

Neo-trad Traditional Calf Teacup Steam Dragonfly Flower Banner Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last customer of the night always asks for the same thing, and at half past two the Lantern Room was down to its final three tables. Mr Pryce wanted his tea strong enough to stand a spoon in, as he did every Thursday, and I brought it in the blue-and-white pot because it was the only one in the shop that didn't leak.

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He'd been coming in since the autumn, when the trams stopped early and the rain came sideways off the river. He never ordered cake. He talked about a sister in Wigan who wouldn't answer his letters, and every time he finished a sentence he looked at me as if I might argue. I said yes, darling, the way my gran said it to the bus driver and the coalman and anyone who needed a moment to find their gloves. It was only the sound of a kind word, and it cost nothing.

Tonight he turned his cup so the dragonfly faced him. Gran had a cup like that, pale green and chipped at the rim, and she used to say dragonflies were the only creatures that could fly backwards, which was why she trusted them with her worries. Pryce gave a short, surprised laugh. Then he asked whether I thought his sister would open the door if he took the first train up in the morning.

Yes, darling, I said, and I meant it more than I'd meant anything all week. He drank his tea standing, pressed two coins under the saucer, and went out into the wet street. Through the glass I watched the steam still curling from the pot he'd left behind, rising past the painted wings like smoke from a train that had already gone.