Black ink tattoo on the inner wrist reading Believe in script, with a small fairy silhouette and sparkle dots beside it.

Believe script with fairy on wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a small black tattoo on the inner wrist, showing the word Believe in a loose handwritten script with a dark silhouette of a winged fairy above the letters. Fine, slightly sketchy linework with light dots and star-like flicks around the figure. The ink is solid black with no colour, and the background is a pale green fabric.

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Nobody at the reunion remembered the words to the song, so I hummed them alone by the tea urn, pretending to study the raffle list. Mrs Pargeter had made us sing it for the Year Six nativity, the one where Tilly Brennan was Tinker Bell and her wire wings snapped halfway through the second act. Somebody had to keep her in the air. We stood in the wings with our hands cupped, chanting that we believed, and Tilly rose on her harness as if she had never been frightened of anything in her life.

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Thirty years on, the hall smelled of floor polish and sausage rolls, and the committee had strung up a paper banner reading Where Are They Now. Tilly was across the room, laughing at a joke I had missed. She worked nights on a hospice ward in Reading, she told me, and still kept one of those wire wings in a shoebox under her bed. She said it like a confession, though I hadn't asked.

"You never believed in anything," she said, and it was not an accusation. I told her I had believed in her, which was true and sounded daft, and she cuffed my arm the way she used to when Mrs Pargeter wasn't looking.

We stayed until the caretaker started jangling his keys. Crossing the car park, I noticed a scatter of silver glitter on the step, left behind by some hen party, and I stopped to look at it. It was the only thing in the building that seemed to know what it was for. Tilly waved from her car with one hand flat against the window, and I waved back the way you would to someone who had just lifted off the ground.

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