Delicate white ink rose and leaf tattoo in a fine line botanical style across a person's shoulder and upper chest.

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White ink rose and leaves on a shoulder

Fine line · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a pale, white ink tattoo of roses, leaves and trailing stems across the shoulder and upper chest. The linework is fine and delicate, with the blooms drawn in outline and the foliage sketched in loose curves. The skin tone and a white top are the only other colours, and the composition is cropped at the neck with a hand holding the fabric at the bottom edge.

Fine line Botanical Shoulder Chest Rose Leaf Stem Flower Floral

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lift at Ashgrove House had been out since Tuesday, so I was on the eleventh-floor landing with a bucket of grey emulsion when I first saw the roses. They were on the breeze block beside the bin chute, drawn in a white so fine it looked breathed onto the paint rather than laid on top of it. Stems crept round the frame of number 11, and the leaves curled as if whoever drew them had stopped to think between each one.

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Mrs Okonedo on eight said it was Lorraine Pinter from flat 7, who in 1974 drew on everything with a correction pen she'd nicked from the typing pool at the Co-op. Nobody believed her when she said the roses were for her dad, a merchant seaman who never sent a postcard. She drew one on every landing, she said, so he'd know which floor he was on when he came back up the stairs.

I went looking in the basement cupboard where the old tenancy files were kept and found her name on a repairs form, with a pencilled bloom in the margin and a note underneath: 'Floor 11, keep white.' The same flower I'd been scrubbing round for three weeks without knowing it was hers.

The council wanted the block repainted by Friday. That evening I took a brush no thicker than a hair up to eleven and painted around every rose, leaving each stem and leaf exactly as she'd left it. In the morning the painters said the stairwell looked better for the new coat. I didn't tell them it was the only part of Ashgrove anyone had ever drawn for someone to find.