Traditional style tattoo on a forearm showing a bold black crown, script lettering and a red flower with green leaves.

Crown, script and red flower on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The design combines a bold black outlined crown, black script lettering and a red five-petalled flower with green leaves and orange shading. The linework is thick and solid, with small black droplet shapes filling the spaces around the lettering. The colour sits on pale skin against a dark background, and the design is arranged in a rounded cluster.

Traditional Lettering Forearm Crown Flower Leaves Script Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dilys had the ovens lit by ten to four, the way her father had taught her, and the shop still smelled of yesterday's cinnamon when she found the chalk. It was a stub worn down to the paper wrapper, lying beside the flour scoop where someone had left it. On the back of the Saturday order sheet, in square capitals, somebody had written: LAST MORNING. TELL THEM THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES.

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The crown came from the tin. Her father had pressed a small crown into the crust of every Saturday loaf, a joke about the customers being royalty, and the tin lid still had the dent from the day he dropped it on the step. She kept it on the shelf above the proving drawer because she could not throw away anything with his thumbprint on it. Through the window the street was still black, and a single bus slid past lit up like an aquarium. Mrs Pratt from the flat upstairs came down in her dressing gown, tying the cord, and asked whether the rose buns were ready.

They were not, not quite. Dilys piped raspberry jam into each bun and set a bloom in the centre with a dab of red sugar, five petals, the way he had always done it. Mrs Pratt watched her hands for a long while. "Your dad never did six," she said. "Said six looked like a bloke trying too hard."

When the shutter went up at seven, Dilys flipped the board and chalked the line underneath in her own hand, not square at all. The first customer read it, laughed, and asked for two of the flower buns. Dilys left the chalk on the sill for whoever opened the shop next, and went to wash the trays.