Two daffodil flash designs side by side: a coloured version on the left and a black line art version on the right, both in a botanical style.

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Daffodil flash designs in colour and line art

Botanical · Mixed · Flash

The image shows two drawings of a daffodil with long, curved leaves and a single bloom. The left version uses solid yellow petals, a green stem and leaves with dark outlines on a white background. The right version is black linework on white, with the petals and leaves outlined and shaded in bold strokes.

Botanical Daffodil Flower Leaves Stem Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lift in Kestrel House had been broken since March, so Dorothy Pike took the stairs to the ninth floor with a bag of oranges in each hand. Below her the car park was grey and oily, scored with white bay lines that nobody had repainted. Only one thing grew there. Behind the bollard at bay forty, a daffodil had pushed up through a split in the tarmac, and it was yellow the way a shout is loud.

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The men from the council said it would go with the weeds. Dorothy said it would not, and she said so to the caretaker, to the boy on the scooter and to the man from the housing office, who looked up at the tower, then down at her, and said, 'Right you are, love.' Nobody argued with the daffodil after that. The children stopped kicking their ball at it. A lad from the fourth floor carried a bucket of rainwater up from the wash-house each evening and kept a tally of the days on the back of a takeaway menu.

In April a wind came off the ring road hard enough to lift the bins. The stem bent flat, and the bloom lay face down on the tarmac with its petals spread like a hand. The lad found it there and could not bear it. He knelt and propped the stem against the bollard with a length of wire from the bin store, and he sat beside it until the light went orange over the flats.

By June there was a green crack along the kerb, then a second flower, then a third. The council never did cut them. Dorothy said the daffodil had simply decided the place wanted a bit of colour, and she left an orange on the sill for it every Sunday. It never once rolled off.