Black and grey flash design of the words Be Different in script lettering over a stippled dotwork flower with leaves, shown as a drawing with no body placement.

Be Different script over a dotwork flower

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink drawing of the words Be Different in flowing script, layered over a large flower or cloud-like shape built from stippled dots and shaded scallops. Dark leaves sit at the upper right and lower left, with loose dots and small splatter marks scattered around the composition. The image is monochrome on a plain pale background, with bold solid areas contrasting against the fine stipple.

Lettering Dotwork Botanical Script Lettering Flower Leaves Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abigail Oakes had sold seeds from the same barrow outside Doncaster market for thirty-one years, and in all that time nobody had ever asked her for a packet that matched the one beside it. Sweet peas sat next to foxgloves, and the nasturtiums sulked in a tin bath with the parsnips. The council man had complained twice. She had told him that a seed did not read the label.

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Then the young lad from the glassworks came, pale from the furnace, and asked for something that would grow in the soot on the wall behind the coal yard. Nobody grew anything there. She gave him a twist of paper with grey specks inside and told him to plant it in the shade and forget it. He came back in March wanting his money back, because the thing had flowered into a heap of dark curls like a storm cloud, and his mother would not have it in the yard.

Oakes walked down to see it herself. The bloom spilled over the brick like a cloud that had decided to stay low, every petal stippled with black dots that caught the light the way frost does. Dark leaves stood out at the top and bottom like cut paper. Someone had scratched words into the mortar beneath it in a loopy hand, and the rain had made them run. Be Different, it said, and she laughed until she had to sit down on her barrow.