Black script reading "in a world of my own" with a leaf stroke, running into an outlined daisy on a forearm, in a fine line lettering and botanical style.

Script quote and daisy on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A fine line script phrase reads "in a world of my own" across the skin, with a thin leaf stroke rising above the words. The phrase ends at an outlined daisy with a dotted centre and layered petals, drawn in single-weight dark ink. The tattoo is shown in black ink on pale skin against a teal background, with the design filling the right side of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Botanical Forearm Script Phrase Daisy Flower Leaf Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, love, those boards lift when the band gets going. Right, where was I. Ada Penrose came into the Majestic Ballroom in Margate every Saturday in the summer of 1953, and she never once asked a man to dance. She stood by the third pillar with her hands clasped behind her back, watching the couples turn under the mirror ball like coins tumbling in a fruit machine, and she hummed under her breath, always half a beat behind the band.

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Stan Cole, who played the saxophone and had buried two wives, noticed the humming and said nothing about it. Then one Saturday in late August a baker's boy called Walter Finch, with flour still on his cuffs, crossed the floor and asked her for a foxtrot. She told him she was perfectly happy where she was, thank you, out in her own little world. He laughed and said that sounded a grand place to be, so long as there was room in it for two.

When the band slid into a slow waltz, Ada did not take his hand. She stepped onto the floor alone, lifted her skirt, and turned and turned with her eyes shut while the couples drifted politely to the edges to let her have it. Walter stood by the pillar and watched her the whole way through. The next week he brought a daisy from the cliffs above Foreland, and she pinned it to her cardigan without a word.

The last Saturday in September, Stan played the waltz again, and there were two pairs of shoes tapping under the pillar, one of them still floury at the toes.