Red pencil sketch of a woman with flowing hair entwined with a snake and surrounded by flowers and leaves, drawn as a tattoo design.

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Woman and snake floral design sketch

Neo-trad · Colour · Flash

A red line drawing on cream paper shows a woman's face and flowing, curling hair wrapped around a snake. Flowers and leaves fill the background and edges of the composition. The linework is loose and sketched, with shading in soft red strokes and no body part visible.

Neo-trad Botanical Woman Snake Flower Leaves Hair Sketch

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The grass snake came up through the rockery the week the tenants finally left Hollin Court, and Ada Penrose swore it had been waiting for the house to empty before it showed its face. Nobody believed her. Dennis the handyman said snakes in Somerset were too cold to be bothered with, and the estate agent wanted the stonework cleared before the viewings.

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The figure on the south wall had been carved with her hair lifting into briar and blossom, and the snake wound up from her collarbone and round her throat as if she had asked it to keep her company. Ada had polished her every Sunday for forty years. She talked to the stone while she worked, which Dennis found unnerving, and she never once let him use the wire brush on the leaves.

The van came on a Tuesday with a crowbar and a man from the council who had a clipboard and no patience. 'It's a Georgian boundary, Mrs Penrose,' he said. 'It's coming down.' Ada stood in the gap in the hedge with her arms folded. 'Then it'll come down with her on it,' she said. The snake slid out of the ivy, crossed the gravel between their boots, and vanished under the potting shed. Dennis stepped back so quickly he trod on the clipboard man's foot, and the work was put off until the following week.

At dusk Ada cut the briar back to the living wood and laid the long canes over the stone's shoulders, the way her mother had taught her to lay a hedge. By May the roses had climbed over the coping and the snake had found its way back into the leaves, its skin the colour of old cream paper, watching the empty house as if it were waiting for someone to come home.