Black script lettering reading Dream, with a swirl across the D and two star bursts, on the inner wrist in a fine line style.

Dream script with star bursts on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a small black script word reading Dream on the inner wrist, with a looping swirl drawn through the capital D. Two star burst motifs with small dots sit above and to the right of the lettering. The ink is solid black with no grey shading, and the image is taken straight on against a soft grey-green fabric background.

Lettering Forearm Dream Script Star Sparkle Swirl Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okonedo was still on the step when Nell arrived with the ladder, arguing with the gulls about her bins. Nell had been sent to repaint the name over the bakery window, which had flaked to nothing in the salt wind. She carried a pot of gold size, a sable brush worn to a point, and a tin of black enamel she meant to use on nothing but letters.

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The bakery was still called Fenn's, though old Mr Fenn had been dead three winters. Nell did the capital first, because her father had taught her that a capital carried the whole word on its back. She drew a loop through the stem of the D, a lazy swirl like a wave turning back on itself, and felt the brush go light the way it did when a line was right. Above the word she set two bursts, the sort of sparkler stars the lads let off on the sea wall every November, each with a trail of dots spilling to the right.

Mrs Okonedo came up the steps to look. She read the word slowly, her lips moving. "Dream," she said. "Fenn never wrote a word that wasn't about bread."

"He didn't have to," Nell said, wiping her hands on her apron. "You're the one who asked for it."

Mrs Okonedo handed her a paper bag still warm from the oven, and Nell felt it through the cloth. Inside were two rolls and a folded note in a hand she didn't know. It said the new baker would start Monday, and that he had learned his trade on a boat out of Lisbon and had promised, in a letter, to keep the lamps lit until dawn. By morning the first carts were rattling along the quay, and the sun came up over the harbour and caught the gold edges of the letters, so that from the far end of the pier the word looked lit from inside.