Close-up of a fine line lettering tattoo reading Be just and fear not in dark ink on the inner wrist.

Be just and fear not quote on wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo is a three-line quote, Be just and fear not, written in a handwritten style on the inner wrist. The linework is thin and even, with the strokes in dark ink that appears black or deep blue. The photo is taken close up against a plain, slightly darkened background with the text centred on the forearm.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Quote Text Handwriting Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dorothy Vane had sold eggs under the iron canopy at Hallam Street market for thirty-one years, and she had never once seen the scales balanced in the rain. The water ran off the awning in a rope, the cardboard price tickets went limp, and the council boy with the chalk kept wiping his fingers on his trousers. She told him to mind the wet and went back to counting.

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Her neighbour Ilse sold second-hand paperbacks from a trestle two pitches down, and she kept a tin of fountain pens and a stack of receipt books for no reason anyone could name. When Dorothy asked her for something to pin above the scales, Ilse wrote it out slowly, the nib catching on the damp card. "That's a lot of instruction for a Tuesday," she said, but she blew on the ink and handed it over anyway. The trouble had started the week before, when a man in a grey coat had asked Dorothy to shave an ounce off every pound. She had said no. He had said the market would remember.

He came back at closing with a grey umbrella and found her still under the lamp, counting coins into the tin. She gave him his change to the penny, and when he asked what the card was for, she turned it so he could read it. He read it twice, then folded it into his coat without a word and walked off towards the car park, the umbrella dripping behind him.

The council moved her pitch to the front corner the following month, where the rain fell hard on the lamp and every customer could watch the needle settle. Ilse's card stayed pinned above the scales, the ink gone faint at the edges, and nobody asked Dorothy to cheat them again.