Black and white photo of a black ink script word Believe with small birds on the inner wrist, in a lettering style.

Believe script with birds on wrist

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows a hand with a black ink script word, Believe, on the inner wrist, with several small bird silhouettes scattered around it. The lettering uses bold, flowing strokes with smooth solid lines, and the birds are simple filled shapes of varying sizes. The image is black and white, and the textured striped fabric behind the hand gives the composition a plain background.

Lettering Other Believe Bird Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sparrows came back to the lamp post outside the chapel every evening, and by the spring of 1957 Agnes Holloway had stopped counting them. Her husband had gone down the pit at Eastwick in February and not come up. The men said the roof had come in. Agnes said nothing to the men.

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What she did instead was walk to the lamp post each dusk with a handful of crumbs in her coat pocket and a word she kept under her breath, the way her mother had taught her to say a prayer she did not quite trust. Believe, she said, and tossed the crumbs. The birds lifted off the cobbles in a scatter, six, then nine, then one small brown bird that went wide over the rooftops toward the colliery wheel.

Mrs Pyke at the post office thought it foolish. The vicar thought it kind. Young Tom Ashdown, who had been down with Walter, came to her door one Sunday with his cap in his hands and said the owners might offer a settlement, and Agnes should not get her hopes up. She thanked him, shut the door, and stood in the hall with her palm flat against the wood.

The letter came in June, in a hand she did not know, with a Wakefield postmark. It was from a man on the rescue crew. Walter had been found under the fall with his lamp still burning and a pencil in his fist. On the back of a timber docket he had written one word, pressed so hard it tore the paper. Agnes read it standing in the lane. She walked to the lamp post at dusk and said it aloud, and this time she did not reach for the crumbs. She only watched the birds rise.