Black ink script lettering reading A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes, framed by dotted stars and a small Mickey Mouse silhouette, on skin.

Script lettering with dotted stars and Mickey silhouette

Lettering · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows the phrase A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes in black cursive script across three lines, with a ring of small stars and dots around it. A small Mickey Mouse head silhouette sits at the bottom of the circle. The ink is solid black on pale skin, shown straight on with the text centred in the frame.

Lettering Dream Heart Star Dot Mickey mouse Script text Phrase

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Harriet had been counting the lamp's sweeps since supper, the way her father had taught her, one flash for every breath she held. By the time the fog came down over Skerry Point the count had reached four hundred and eleven, and her hand was cramped around the stub of pencil she had borrowed from the logbook.

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On the back of a tide table she had drawn a ring of stars, each one no bigger than a pinprick, and in the middle she was trying to write what her mother used to say at bedtime, the line about wishes coming true when a heart was honest about them. Her letters kept sliding downhill. Each time she started again, the ink from the old bottle thinned to grey and the nib scratched through the paper.

Her father came up the iron stairs with a flask and his wet coat dripping on every step. He read over her shoulder without saying the words were wrong. He took the pencil, drew a small round-eared shape at the foot of the circle, and told her the light did not need to be perfect, only kept lit. Then he showed her how to hold the glass steady so the flame would not gutter in the draught from the gallery door.

When the fog thinned near dawn, Harriet saw that the last star on her page was the one she had been unable to place, and that it was the trawler's lamp coming in past the rocks. She wrote the final line in her own untidy hand, folded the tide table into the logbook, and left it open at the morning's date for the next keeper to find.