Traditional style sleeve tattoo on a limb, showing a skull with red roses, a pink rose, diamonds and yellow flowers in bold colour.

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Traditional skull and rose sleeve

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A bold sleeve tattoo wraps around a limb, with a central skull resting on a yellow banner and framed by red flowers. Surrounding motifs include a pink rose, blue and white diamonds, yellow flowers, grey smoke clouds, a lightning bolt and small stars. Thick black outlines and saturated colour fill the design, set against a plain light background.

Traditional Other Skull Rose Flower Diamond Banner Smoke Lightning bolt Star Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pellow kept the boarding house at the top of Gull Steps, and she kept one rule above the rest: the blue room under the eaves was never let to a man who came in the rain without luggage. The summer the lightning took the chapel weathervane, a man arrived soaked to the bone carrying a sea chest that was empty except for a skull wrapped in yellow oilcloth. He paid in shillings older than the town clock. Mrs Pellow took the coins, looked at the skull's grin, and gave him the key anyway, because the shillings were good and the skull seemed to be laughing at her.

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Every night after that the skull sat on the windowsill and the smoke came up off the harbour like a grey dog lying down. Lodgers swore they heard the chest lid tapping. The red lamp in the hall flickered whenever the man went out, and he went out every night to the far end of the breakwater with his pockets full of cut glass. The diamonds, the chandler's girl said, were what he traded for passage. Nobody knew for whom.

On the ninth night Mrs Pellow climbed the stairs with a candle and found the room empty, the window open, and the yellow oilcloth folded neatly on the bed. Beside it lay a single pink rose, pressed flat, with a thread of silver wound round its stem. She carried it down to the harbour at first light and dropped it in the tide, and the water took it east.

The shillings in her apron pocket were gone by noon. She never let the blue room again, though the lightning scorched the eaves twice more and the chapel bell rang itself every Sunday until the vicar gave up.