Black fine line script tattoo reading blessed with a small cross above the final d, on the inner wrist.

Blessed script with cross on the wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black script word, blessed, on the inner wrist, with a small cross rising from the top of the final letter. The linework is fine and even with a slightly uneven hand-lettered rhythm, and the ink is a single dark tone with no shading. The skin fills most of the frame against a dark background, with a small brown mole visible below the lettering.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Hand Script Cross Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okonedo's mother had kept the ledger, and when Jim Pascoe came into the shop on Fore Street with his brushes rolled in leather, he found the word already chalked on the back wall in her careful hand, spelled right, which he took as a small insult. The job was a bakery fascia in gold leaf on black, HOLLIS AND DAUGHTER, but the daughter wanted one more word for the window glass beside the till, small, and that word was blessed.

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He did it on a Tuesday with the door propped open for the smell of proving dough. Script was the hardest thing in his trade, because a good hand has to lean as if it is in a hurry even when it is not. He let the b loop like the lid of a bread tin, let the l stand up straight as a fence post, and when he reached the final d he dragged its ascender up and out past the others. Then, because the brush wanted to, he crossed the top of it with a short stroke, a cross where a letter ought to finish.

Mrs Okonedo came through from the back, wiping her hands on her apron, and stood looking at the glass for a long time. "That's not in the copy," she said. "I didn't ask for that." Jim told her the brush had decided and he had only been holding it.

She laughed then, the way people do when they have been argued with by something they cannot fight, and she left it as it was. Forty years on the gold had gone brown at the edges, and customers who came in for a cob loaf would read the word aloud without knowing why its last letter stood a little taller than it should.