Black and grey tattoo flash design of two crossed revolvers above a cluster of flowers, with a woman's face at the centre and tribal-style linework.

Twin revolvers and flowers design

Black and grey · Flash

The drawing shows two revolvers angled outwards in a mirrored pair, with a central cluster of large blossoms, buds and swirling stems. A woman's face sits at the centre beneath the flowers, framed by long strands of hair and bold tribal-style black linework. The design uses clean outlines and grey shading on a plain white background.

Revolver Pistol Flower Blossom Woman Face Tribal Swirl Hair

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Morag had the two revolvers laid out on the kitchen table like a pair of gloves nobody wanted to claim. Her brother had brought them over on the Tuesday ferry, wrapped in oilskin that still smelt of the boat's diesel, and said only that their father would have wanted them kept dry. Outside, the wind worked at the fuchsia hedge and the hens argued in the lean-to.

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She had never fired anything in her life. The guns had come out of a tin trunk under the stairs, behind the christening gown and the brass bell from the old school. Their barrels were blacked and their grips worn pale where a hand had gripped them through forty years of hill-shooting. Morag turned one over and found, scratched inside the trigger guard, the initials E.M. and a date from the year the herring left the bay.

She spent the evening with a tin of gun oil and a paper bag of bulbs from the Co-op. By midnight the table was ringed with lilies and wild garlic set in jam jars, and she had stood one revolver either side of the window box, muzzles pointing at the sea. In the morning the hens had got into the bulbs, but the first green shoots had already pushed up through the cylinder's seam.

Her brother rang from the mainland to ask about the guns. "They're planted," she said, and hung up before he could decide whether she was joking. The gulls came down on the rail, and for the first time in weeks the house smelt of something other than oil.