Black lettering tattoo running vertically along the side of the hip of a person lying on a bed, with grey underwear waistband visible.

Black lettering tattoo on a hip

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A person lies on a white bed in a grey waistband garment and a peach top, with the midriff and navel visible. A black lettering tattoo runs vertically along the side of the hip, set in uppercase serif-style capitals that are partly legible. The photograph is taken at an angle with soft indoor light, and the ink appears solid black with no colour.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth had been counting gulls on the landing for twenty minutes when the relief boat finally nosed past the skerry, its engine a thin complaint across the water. She did not wave. Her hands were full of the slate her brother had sent out with the last supply, the one with the chalk capitals he had pressed hard into the grey, the one she had never managed to finish reading.

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Arthur had kept the light before her, until the winter the sea took the boathouse and he went ashore on a stretcher with a broken wrist and a face like paper. Since then the lamp room had been hers alone. She polished the brass every morning until it held her reflection like a second, slightly crooked keeper. She read the slate by the window, tilting it so the weak sun raked the letters. They ran along one edge in a line that bent toward the sea, as if he had written them while the floor was pitching under him.

Denholm, the relief man, climbed the iron steps with ink on his knuckles and a crate on his shoulder. He stopped beside her and squinted at the slate. "Who taught you to read upside down?" he asked.

"Arthur did," she said. He used to hold words up to the glass so she could copy them backwards and learn the shapes of them in reverse. It had been a game, and then it had been the only way they spoke about anything that mattered.

She turned the slate towards the lamp as the great lens began its slow sweep. For one heartbeat the beam caught the chalk and the last word leapt out clean and white: WATCH. She had always read it as WAIT. She laughed, and the sound went out over the water ahead of the boat.