Colour tattoo of pale white roses with yellow shading and green leaves, covering the upper arm and shoulder in a neo-traditional botanical style, shown from three angles.

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White rose sleeve with green leaves on upper arm

Botanical · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo covers the upper arm and shoulder with several large roses in pale grey-white tones, with yellow-ochre shading in their centres and petals. Green leaves fill the gaps between the blooms, and bold black outlines define each shape. Three side-by-side panels show the same sleeve from different angles against a plain white backdrop.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Come closer, the lot of you, and mind the lift, it's been stinking since Tuesday. Now, on the fourteenth floor of Harrow House there was a pensioner called Mrs Ada Quennell who kept roses in tin baths on her balcony, which was against every rule the council had ever written. Nobody grew anything up there but pigeons and trouble.

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The roses she had were white as washing boiled too long, grey at the edges, with a yellow heart the colour of old custard. She swore they came from a cutting her mother took off a hedge in Kent the week before the war ended. Every morning she sang to them through the railings. The leaves were a green so loud the lads on the ground floor could see it from the car park, and they thought it was a flag, and they were not wrong.

Then the lift failed for good, and the men from the housing office came up the stairs to say the balconies had to be cleared by Friday. Ada didn't argue. She cut every bloom she had, wrapped the stems in the Radio Times, and went down fourteen floors one step at a time, leaving a trail of petals on each landing like a bride who had lost her way.

The men found the balcony bare on Friday. On Saturday the stairwell smelled of roses, and on every landing, tucked into the gaps between the bins and the fire doors, someone had left a single white bloom in a jam jar. Ada never said who. Mind the step on the way out, now. Some things grow back in the cracks.

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