Temporary lettering in gold and black on the inner wrist reads I belong with Bridget's Bachelorette Party, with a drink reminder beneath.

Bachelorette party slogan on a wrist

Lettering · Other · Mixed · Photo

A palm-up hand shows a temporary tattoo of text on the inner wrist. The wording is set in several typefaces, with a black script name, black capitals above and below, and large bronze and gold block capitals reading PARTY. The plain white background keeps the focus on the lettering and the skin.

Lettering Other Text Slogan Drink

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lost property office at Sheffield station closed at five, which was why Maureen Tully was still behind the counter at ten past, unpicking a carrier bag of things nobody had come back for. A feather boa. Two left shoes, both size seven. A champagne cork with a phone number written on it. And, folded into a sandwich bag with a Post-it reading FOUND IN TAXI, a sheet of temporary transfers of the sort sold for hen dos, each one a wrist-sized slogan in gold foil.

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She read them the way other people read the back of cereal packets. I BELONG WITH, then a name in curly script, then PARTY in big block letters, then the advice about the drink. The gold had worn to bronze at the edges, as if the sheet had spent days in a warm pocket. Seven were still whole. One had been torn across the middle, so only IF I'M LOST survived, and she spent a good while deciding whether that counted as a claim.

At half past ten a young man in a crumpled suit came in, holding his phone out like an apology. He described the bag, the boa and the shoes, and then, when she asked about the transfers, he went red and said his cousin's hen party had boarded a train to Edinburgh and he had been left holding everyone's coats. He had no idea whose the sheet was. Maureen peeled one off the backing and pressed it to the inside of his wrist, just to see. It fitted him exactly. "Keep that on," she said. "Somebody will recognise the wording and come looking."

Eleven days later a woman in a dressing gown arrived with a Tesco bag and asked, very quietly, whether anyone had handed in a sense of humour. Maureen slid the torn sheet across the counter. The woman laughed until she had to sit down on the plastic chair, then said the drink part was the only true thing on it, and asked whether the shoes were still there.