Black fine line script reading Angels never leave, They're always at your side, beside an outlined angel wing tattoo on skin, placed on the ribs.

Angel wing and script quote on the side

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two lines of cursive script reading "Angels never leave" and "They're always at your side", with an outlined angel wing curving up to the right of the text. The linework is thin and even, in black ink with soft grey shading in the feathers of the wing. The photo is taken at an angle across the skin, with dark fabric filling the upper left of the frame.

Lettering Fine line Ribs Angel Wing Script Quote Text Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sign-writer's brush had worn down to three hairs by the time the lifeboat's name came back to him for repainting, and he cursed it quietly, the way other men cursed the weather. Ruth held the lamp steady while he worked. Out past the breakwater the tide was making, and every few minutes the bell buoy spoke.

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'What's the wing for?' she asked, once he had finished the first line of script. He did not look up. 'Every boat wants one. Stops the sea taking the crew for its own.' He drew the long loop of the l in leave with a flick of the wrist, the way his father had taught him on a slate. 'That's the rubbish people say. The true part is the second line.'

She read it under her breath, the words running into one another the way foam ran over the sand. Angels never leave. They're always at your side. 'Who wrote it?' 'Nobody. I did, on the back of a fish crate, the night the Maud went down off the Skerries. Her husband wanted something he could see from the wheelhouse.'

He shaded the feathers last, pressing grey into the curve with the flat of the brush so the wing seemed to lift off the hull. When he sat back the paint was wet and shining in the lamplight. Ruth looked from the wing to the sea and back again. 'Then the boat should be the one flying,' she said. Tomas wiped his hands on his apron and didn't argue.