Black linework tattoo of two roses with leaves on the outer thigh, in a botanical style.

Two roses on a thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A close crop of a person's upper thigh, wearing a dark grey dress, showing a tattoo of two open roses with buds and leaves. The tattoo is drawn in black outline with fine hatching in the petals and leaves, and the roses are arranged in a loose cluster that climbs towards the hip. The plain pale background keeps the focus on the skin and the tattoo.

Botanical Thigh Rose Leaves Flower Bud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The stationmaster at Hollin Bridge kept two rose bushes against the south wall of the waiting room. Every morning he cut one open bloom for the signal box and one for whichever passenger on the first train looked most as if they had mislaid something. Nobody asked him why. The men on the platform had long since stopped asking him anything that had a plain answer.

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One wet October a woman stepped down from the milk train with a hatbox and no ticket. She asked how far it was to the mill town. He told her the line ran one way only, and it did not stop at the mill. She looked at the roses for a long moment, then asked whether they were for sale. He cut her two, one open and one still shut, and wrapped the stems in a page of the Gazette. She stayed on the platform until the last train, which took her nowhere she had asked after, and she was never seen in Hollin Bridge again.

Years went by. The stationmaster's wife planted a third bush, and the first two grew into each other until the stems were one tangle climbing the brick towards the canopy. When the old man retired, the new porter cut them back to the wall, sure they were dead. By June they had come up again, two heads leaning together over the bench, and nobody could say which of them had been the bud.

On the morning the new line opened, the first train out stopped only long enough for a grey-haired woman with a hatbox to lean from a carriage window and pull one bloom from the wall. The porter watched it go. He did not cut the roses back again.