Pencil sketch of a daisy-style flower with a long leaf extending down to the right, drawn on textured paper, shown as a botanical tattoo design.

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Daisy and leaf pencil sketch

Botanical · Black and grey · Flash

A pencil drawing of a daisy-like flower with many pointed petals radiating from a small central circle. A long, pointed leaf curves away from the bottom of the flower towards the lower right. The lines are light and sketched, with some soft shading on the petals and leaf, and the design sits on off-white textured paper with no colour.

Botanical Flower Daisy Leaf Petal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pencil had been sharpened so many times it was little more than a stub, and Ada Pryce still pressed too hard on the petals, so the lines came out grey and stubborn. Her father said drawing flowers was a waste of graphite when there were hedges to lay and ledgers to balance. She kept at it anyway, at the kitchen table, while the kettle ticked on the hob and the light slanted through the beeches at the edge of Hollin Wood.

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The daisy she meant to draw grew in the lee of the old sheepfold, where the bracken gave way to thin grass. It opened every morning and closed by dusk, and she had watched it do this for a whole summer, counting its petals and losing count. Each time she reached forty-one something interrupted her: a crow, a dropped stitch, her brother calling from the lane. The leaf was the hard part. It came off the stem at an angle, as if the plant had turned its back on something and kept going.

In September the wind came up the valley and took the sheepfold roof clean off. Ada found the drawing folded in her coat pocket, damp at one corner, and the flower was still there, sharper than she remembered. Her thumb had smudged the graphite along the lower edge, so the leaf looked as though it was lifting off the paper and trying to leave.

Her father studied it for a long time over his spectacles. Then he took the stub from her fingers, licked the point, and wrote a column of figures in the margin of the ledger beside the drawing, the cost of timber and nails for the roof. At the bottom he added a small circle, the same as the one at the heart of the flower, and handed the pencil back without a word.