Black and grey fine line anchor and script lettering tattoo on the upper back of a woman with her hair in a bun, photographed from behind.

Anchor and script quote on upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A small anchor sits near the base of the neck, with two lines of cursive script across the upper back reading "Love & Reason" and "Keep little company together". The linework is thin and even, and the tattoo is rendered in black ink with soft grey tones. The woman is photographed from behind against a blurred, pale background, with the tattoo as the clear focal point.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had got into the ledger again, so the figures ran together like wet ink, and Mrs Okonedo at the fish stall swore she would not pay for a page she could not read. I told her the sums were honest and the water was only the sea remembering itself. She laughed and took the cod anyway. My daughter Wren says I am too fond of the sea for a man who sold his boat at Gravesend, but a man can sell a boat and keep the rope in his pocket.

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The anchor came off the rope. I know that is not how anchors work, but my father had an iron one in the yard at Deptford that nobody could lift, and he told me the trick was to stop asking it to hold you and start holding it. That is what I wrote on the back of the chandler's receipt the morning Wren left for the north. Love and reason, I wrote, and under it the other thing, keep little company together, which I took from a hymn sheet and never could explain to her mother.

Wren came back in March with the words on her shoulder blade, small and grey, looking like they had been there all her life. She stood in the market with her hair knotted up off her neck and read me the lines without any ceremony, the way you read a tide table. Then she asked me to hold the umbrella, because she had not come to be sentimental, only to show me the ink was dry and the anchor sat where she wanted it.

I held the umbrella. The rain ran off the edge in a line between us, and for once it did not look like a ledger at all.

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