Mirror-symmetric flash design of a central purple and white daisy with orange flowers, grey leaves and brown swirling ornament on a parchment background.

Symmetrical daisy and floral ornament design

Botanical · Colour · Flash

A mirror-symmetric design centred on a large white daisy with lilac-tipped petals and an orange centre. Yellow and peach flowers sit on either side, framed by dark brown scrolling tendrils and grey-green leaves. The lines are bold and outlined in black, with soft shading and colour fills, set on a faded beige background.

Botanical Daisy Flower Leaves Swirl Floral ornament Symmetry

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The caretaker had propped the hall doors open with a fire extinguisher, and the trestle tables were already dragged into a horseshoe, the way Mrs Pargeter used to set them for harvest suppers. I carried the urn in from the car park while Denise argued with the projector. Twenty-six years since we left Ashgrove Secondary, and nobody had agreed on who was bringing the photograph albums.

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Maureen and I had sat at either end of the same bench in Art, painting the same daisy onto pale card. Mr Hollis said the symmetry was the cleverest thing he'd seen all term. We folded our sheets down the middle, pressed our petals into the crease with a heavy atlas, and promised to meet at the hall every ten years, whatever happened in between. I had kept my half in a shoebox under the bed. I had no idea where hers had gone.

She came in late, shaking rain from a carrier bag, and I knew her before she reached the urn by the way she still stood with her weight on one hip. She pulled out a flattened sheet, its orange centre gone the colour of tea, and laid it beside mine on the table. Her petals had faded to a grey lilac. Mine had kept a purple I'd mixed from two shades of poster paint nobody else was allowed to touch.

We pressed the two sheets together along the old fold, and the crease ran straight through the middle of a single white daisy, petals meeting at the spine as neatly as if they had never been apart. Neither of us said anything. Behind us Denise shouted that the projector had found its feet, and the lights went down on thirty faces we had all agreed to remember.