Close-up of a fine line black script tattoo reading 'always' on the inner wrist.

Always script on the wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The image shows the word 'always' written in a thin, flowing cursive script across the inner wrist. The linework is fine and even, in solid black ink with no shading. The lettering sits diagonally on a plain background of pale skin, with a soft, slightly uneven light across the arm.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Always Word Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ruth, the 7.12 came in on time this morning, which Mr Pryce says is the first time since the frost, so I have been told to stop fretting and eat my porridge. I did not eat the porridge. I stood at the kitchen window with the kettle going cold and watched the line bend away past the allotments, the way it always does, and thought of you on the platform at Carrick with your hat in your hand.

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You will want to know about the carriage clock. The man from the auction house brought it round on Tuesday in a box lined with newspaper from March. He said the case had been mended twice and the hands were original, and I said that was the trouble with most things, they are mended twice and then mended again. He looked at me as if I had said something clever. I had not. I was thinking about the chalk marks on the signal box door, the ones your father made every time a train cleared, little ticks in a column, and how nobody ever painted over them.

I have decided to keep the clock. It runs eleven minutes fast and I shall not correct it. Every evening when the last goods go through I write the word on the back of the gas bill, just to see it, the way you used to write it on my palm with a finger when we were waiting for the milk train and neither of us could be bothered to talk. Always, you said, and then the whistle went and you were gone up the line for three days.

Come home at Easter. The gate sticks, but you know how to lift it.

Your loving sister, Nell