Black ink tattoo of the word Believe in cursive script with swirls and a small cross, on a person's upper back.

Believe script with swirls on upper back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A photograph of the word Believe written in cursive script, with decorative swirls beneath it and a small cross to the right. The linework is black and fairly even in weight, shown in a single ink tone against the skin. The tattoo sits near the centre of the upper back, with a mint top visible along the lower edge of the frame.

Lettering Back Believe Script Swirl Cross

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Bramleys were dropping early that August, green and hard, and Dad stood at the bottom of the orchard with his hands in his pockets like a man reading a bank letter. Mum had gone to the bank in Ledbury on Tuesday and come back quiet. Nobody said the word sell in the kitchen, but it sat on the table with the teapot.

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Gran had planted the old row herself the year before the war. She kept a tin of cuttings on the windowsill and a biro in her apron, and every October she wrote the name of each tree on a scrap of card and tucked it into the bark. The cards had gone soft and grey. Some had lost their names to rain. On the oldest tree, a Blenheim with a split down the trunk like a lightning mark, the card said only Believe, in her slanting hand, with a little cross drawn after it like a full stop.

On Saturday I climbed that tree with a bucket on a hook and picked until my forearms ached. Dad came up the row and asked what I thought I was doing, and I said I was counting. He laughed, the first time in weeks, then fetched the long ladder and picked beside me without another word. We filled eleven crates. The buyer from the cider works paid less than Dad wanted and more than he feared, and the bank letter went into the drawer with the string.

We kept the Blenheim. Dad cut the card loose and pressed it flat inside the family Bible, between the pages of Ruth. The next spring the tree put out blossom on its lowest branch, which it had never done before, and Mum said Gran would have called that a sign. I said it was just a tree. We both went out in the wet grass to look at it anyway.