Close photo of the word Believe in black cursive lettering tattooed on the upper chest below the collarbone.

Believe script on upper chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

The image shows the word "Believe" written in a flowing cursive script in black ink on the upper chest, just below the collarbone. The linework is fairly even and solid, with the letters joined by smooth strokes and no shading. The skin tone is warm and the tattoo is the only colour accent against the white top and pink bra strap, with the composition centred on the small lettering.

Lettering Chest Believe Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had written the same word on forty plant labels before the frost came, and her hand had gone stiff around the pencil by the fifth. Her father had a rule about labels: the name went in joined-up writing, never capitals, because capitals shouted at seedlings. So she wrote Believe in the loops he had taught her, the B tall as a fence post, and pushed each stake into the cold bed beside the runner beans.

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The rose was called Believe too, though nobody remembered who had named it. It had come as a cutting from a neighbour's wall in the spring, a bare brown stick standing in a jam jar, and everyone agreed it would die. Her father tapped the soil with two fingers and said nothing. He had been saying nothing for a month, ever since the hospital letter arrived with its neat typed address, and she had started reading his silences the way she read seed packets.

By June the cutting had three leaves, then seven. On the first warm morning a single pale bud split at the tip, so tight and pink it looked like a closed fist. Nell called him out to the bed in her dressing gown. He crouched with a grunt, put his face close to the stem, and breathed in.

"Well," he said. "That's a daft name for a rose."

She laughed until she had to sit down in the wet grass, and he sat beside her, and for a while neither of them spoke. Then he pulled the stub of pencil from behind his ear, turned over an empty seed packet, and wrote the word again in the joined-up hand, slowly, the way he always had.