Pencil-style flash design of a woman with flowing hair, two roses in her hair and a rose and script reading You're So Cool on her shoulder, in Botanical and Lettering style.

Woman with roses and script lettering

Botanical · Mixed · Flash

A pencil-style drawing shows a woman in profile with eyes closed and long, wavy hair. Two large roses sit in her hair, and a small rose and the script You're So Cool appear on her shoulder, with a small heart near her ear. The linework is fine and sketched with soft grey shading, with muted pink on the cheek, lips and heart and a pale wash on the roses.

Botanical Lettering Woman Rose Hair Script Heart Portrait Profile

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Pryce had cut the last of the hothouse roses before the frost came down off the Mendip ridge, and now they sat in a bucket on the kitchen step, their heads heavy with the cold. Her father had always said roses were a daft crop for a farm with forty ewes and a leaking barn roof. She had not argued. She had wrapped each stem in damp newspaper and carried them to the Saturday market in the back of the Land Rover.

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At the stall, a boy from the agricultural college bought three of the dark pink ones and asked whether they were for his mum. Ada said they were for whoever needed telling something. He laughed, then read the card she had tucked among them, the one with the words she had written in pencil the night before. You're so cool, it said. She had meant it as a joke about his coat, which was far too thin for the weather, but he took it seriously and stood there turning it over in his fingers.

By noon the bucket was empty except for one stubborn bloom with a split petal. Ada gave it to old Mr Hosking, who ran the ironmonger's and had hardly spoken to anyone since his wife died. He held it like a ticket stub. "Cool," he said, not as a compliment, but as if the word had surprised him by surviving. "That's what she used to say when the bees got into the loft."

Ada drove home in the dusk with the heater roaring and the empty bucket rattling against the passenger door. The ewes were shouting from the top field, and she could see the greenhouse glass catching the last of the light, every pane fogged white. Tomorrow she would cut again. Some things only came back when someone was foolish enough to keep bothering.