Two black script tattoos, one reading amica mea on the back and one reading soror mea on the inner forearm.

Amica mea and soror mea script on back and forearm

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

The image is split into two photographs of fine, black script lettering on skin. The upper panel shows the small phrase amica mea on the back, set in thin, slanted linework with a light, even tone. The lower panel shows the phrase soror mea on the inner forearm in a bolder, cursive black script, with a plain, pale background.

Lettering Back Forearm Script Latin phrase Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Agnes, The post van came up the lane at half past nine, which is late for it, and Mr Pryce swore at the gatepost the way he always does. Your letter was on top. I read it standing in the scullery with the kettle going cold behind me, twice, then a third time because the ink had bled at the fold and I wanted to be sure I hadn't misread the bit about the boat.

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Here is the news, since you asked for it so plainly. The gull that nested in the chapel chimney has gone south with the rest. Dora Haig's boy has taken the ferry job you turned down, and he wears your old oilskin with the torn cuff, which I think he is proud of. Mother's hip is no better, but she has stopped pretending it is. On Sunday I walked out to the headland and sat in the lee of the wall where we hid from Sister Clement, and I remembered how the Latin master only ever taught us two words worth keeping, amica and soror, friend and sister. He said the rest was just conjugating our own bad behaviour, and I laughed in front of the whole class and got the strap for it.

You wrote that you are finding it hard to be the one who went. I am not going to tell you it gets easier, because you would not believe me and you would be right. Keep the sister word for yourself, then, and I will keep the friend one, and when the boats come in before the spring we will argue about which is the stronger. I have already decided it is mine.

The kettle has boiled dry and I have let it. I'll post this before the van turns round, so it reaches you before the tide does. Yours always, Ruth. Soror, and not a word more.