Black fine line script reading live your dream on a white background, shown as a tattoo design without a body placement.

Live your dream script lettering

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the phrase live your dream written in a continuous, cursive script. The linework is thin and even, drawn in solid black with no shading. The text is centred on a plain white background with generous space around it.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every Saturday the lamps at Harrow Mill were lit before the fiddlers came, and every Saturday Ada Penrose swept the boards before anyone else was up. She had swept them since she was nine. Her mother had swept them before her, until her back bent over the broom and would not straighten. Over the stage, in curling black paint, a sign-writer from the town had lettered the words live your dream, because the mill committee had paid him to and because it looked well on the plaster.

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Ada read the words every morning while she worked. She did not think much of them. A dream was a thing you had at night, and in the day you had the broom.

One winter a travelling fiddler came in out of the sleet and asked for a bed. He played that night, and the dancers spun until the floorboards hummed. Ada watched from the cloakroom door. When the music stopped he came over, looked at her hands, red and cracked on the broom handle, and said, "What do you want?" Nobody had asked her that before. She said she did not know. He said it was the first honest answer anyone had given him in a year, and he taught her a tune on his battered fiddle, slow and rising, with a hitch in the third bar like a stumble that keeps going.

In spring the mill closed and the committee sold the lamps. Ada took a rag to the wall one last morning and, before she could think better of it, scrubbed the paint from the plaster letter by letter. Then she walked down the road with the tune in her head, and she played it on a borrowed instrument until the hitch in the third bar came easily. She never swept a floor for wages again.