Black and grey shaded daisy tattoo with outlined petals and a dotted centre, shown on the back of the skin.

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Black and grey daisy tattoo

Botanical · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A single daisy with long, outlined petals radiates from a densely stippled centre. The petals use soft grey shading that darkens towards the base, while the dark outlines give the flower a defined edge. The flower sits in the middle of the frame against pale skin, with a dark patterned fabric visible in the top left corner.

Botanical Realism Back Daisy Flower Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the lot of you, before the big wheel gets its breath back. You want the Nell Carver story? Fine, but I'll tell it my way, which is the only way the Brightwater Fair ever told anything, loud and slightly crooked. Nell came to us the autumn her father sold the caravan out from under her. She arrived at the gate with a suitcase, a cardigan two sizes too big, and a daisy drawn in biro on the back of her hand.

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She could not throw a ring for toffee. Three seasons on the hoopla stall and she never won a single prize worth the string. But she could tell you how many petals a daisy had before you'd finished pulling one off. Twenty-one, she'd say, always twenty-one, though the business was in the middle, a crowded little town of seeds packed tight as the queue at the last waltzer. Old Mrs Penhallow in the fortune tent swore it was the most honest flower going, because it never pretended to be anything but a dark centre with a fringe of light round it.

The turn came with the storm in August. The big top went down like a wet sheet, the generator quit, and Nell was the only one who thought to run out with a torch and check the guy lines, one by one, in the dark. Every single one held. When the rain stopped she came back soaked to the skin, laughing at nothing, and sat on my crate.

I asked her which petal she'd decided on, the one she'd been plucking at all summer. She said none of them. She'd keep the whole flower, dark middle and all, and let the weather have the rest. Then she bought the lot of us a toffee apple and never once said sorry for the hoopla.