Gold script lettering reading Bride Tribe with a small arrow on the back of a hand, in a fine line style against a plain white background.

Bride Tribe lettering in gold on a hand

Lettering · Hand · Colour · Photo

A hand with curled fingers is shown against a plain white background. The words Bride Tribe are written in a bold gold script with a smaller gold serif word beneath, and a thin gold arrow with a feathered end points right from the lettering. The metallic gold ink sits flat on the skin, and the composition centres the design on the back of the hand and wrist.

Lettering Hand Bride Script Arrow Text

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Doreen had us all stamped before the Saturday, five of us in a row at her mum's kitchen table in Ramsgate while the gold transfers sat on their backing paper like sweets. Bride Tribe, the script said, with TRIBE beneath in capitals that looked typed by a bank clerk, and a thin arrow with feathers at its tail. Nobody asked where the arrow was meant to point. Doreen did, and then she told us, and it was always to her.

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By nine that night the Winter Gardens was thick with cigarette smoke and the band was murdering Glenn Miller. My transfer had already started to fade, because I'd licked my thumb and tried to lift it off to see if it would come away. It wouldn't. The arrow had swung round to point past the bandstand, towards the door where Stan Pryor and his brothers stood in hired suits, sweating and shy. Doreen saw it before anyone and marched me across the floor by the elbow like a sergeant.

We danced every dance after that, and the tribe rule was simple: whoever the arrow pointed at got the next waltz, and the rest of us stood aside with our glasses and pretended not to watch. Stan trod on Doreen's shoe twice and she laughed so hard she had to sit down on the stage steps. By the last waltz, the arrows on all five of us were pointing at the same door.

We filed out past the cloakroom at midnight with our coats half buttoned, and Doreen stopped to look back at the hall. The gold on her wrist was nearly gone. She said the arrow had never been about the bride at all, only about the next thing worth walking towards, and then she took Stan's arm and didn't let go all the way home.