Traditional style tattoo of a yellow flower with dark green-black leaves on a calf, with a faded outlined flower visible above it.

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Yellow flower with dark leaves on a leg

Traditional · Calf · Mixed · Photo

A bold yellow flower with a dark centre, black outlines and dotted detailing sits at the middle of the image, with dark leaves spreading out on each side. Shading is smooth on the petals, and the black linework is solid and clean. A faded, outlined flower is visible at the top right, and the tattoo sits on a limb against a wooden floor.

Traditional Calf Flower Leaves Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, shift up and mind the wireless, you'll not hear a word over that crackle. Now the Sallow girl, Dora, had a yellow dress the colour of a custard tin, and she wore it to every dance at the Co-op hall that summer, because her mother said yellow was for the sick and she meant to prove her wrong. Nobody in Mardle Cross had the nerve to tell her it was too bright for the hall. Her young man, Tom Eades, who drove the bread van, said it made him squint.

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Then came the August the travelling fair set up on the green, and a tattooist called Ruben Oakes pitched his tent beside the coconut shy. He had a board of flash pinned to the canvas, roses and anchors and swallows, and in the corner a yellow bloom with black leaves spread out either side like hands held open. Dora wanted it there and then. Her mother wanted her locked in the scullery. Tom said nothing at all, which was worse.

Ruben wouldn't start while she was crying. He sat her on an upturned crate, dipped his needle in the ink, and told her a flower with dots round its middle was counting the days you had left, which was nonsense, and she laughed, and the needle went in. It took two hours. When she stood up, the fair lamps had come on, and she held her arm out under them like a lantern.

Tom bought the first dance that Saturday. Dora wore the yellow dress again, and the whole hall saw the bloom going gold under the lamps, and her mother, who had come along to watch for trouble, looked at it a long while and then asked the band to play something slower.