Black line drawing of the word daydreamer in handwritten script with a long looping underline swash, shown as a tattoo design on a plain white background.

Daydreamer script lettering design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A handwritten script drawing of the word daydreamer followed by a full stop, with the ascenders and descenders stretched across the line. A single looping swash extends beneath the word and curls up at the right. The linework is uniform black ink on white with no shading or colour.

Lettering Script Word Swash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had been told twice by Mr Parrish that the Palais did not pay girls to stare at the ceiling, so when the band slid into the slow number she kept her eyes on the cloakroom ticket in her palm and counted the brass studs on the coat hooks instead. The ticket said 214. Somebody's fox fur was waiting under it, smelling of lavender water and wet pavement.

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Across the sprung floor a sailor in a pressed collar was working up his nerve. She knew the type from the way he turned his cap in both hands, the way he looked at the door rather than the girls. Every Saturday somebody came in wanting to be someone else for three minutes, and every Saturday the lights went up at eleven and they were just themselves again, blinking at the cold.

Nell kept a notebook under the cash box where she wrote the names of songs she wanted to hear. Foxtrots, mostly. Once, in pencil, she had written a line about a girl who sailed to Valparaiso on a borrowed ticket. Mr Parrish found it, read it aloud in a flat voice, and tore the page out for the bin. She hadn't cried. She had gone home and drawn the same girl on the back of a tram timetable, with a loop of ribbon trailing behind her like a question nobody had answered.

At ten to eleven the sailor finally crossed the floor, but he didn't ask her to dance. He asked for his coat. She reached for hook 214, and as she lifted the fox fur down she caught sight of the pencil mark on the wall beside it, where she had once written a single word for nobody to read: daydreamer. She didn't rub it out. The lights went up, the room filled with people going home, and Nell left the word where it was, a full stop after it, as if the night might still carry on.