Black lettering reading create on the left ankle and yourself on the right ankle, with tan sneakers and dark trousers visible above.

Create and yourself lettering on ankles

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

Two ankles are shown side by side, with the word create in small black lettering on the left ankle and yourself in similar script on the right. The letters are thin and evenly spaced in a plain serif style, with solid black ink and no colour. The wearer stands on a wooden deck in tan sneakers, with the lower trouser legs and steps visible behind.

Lettering Ankle Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The reunion was held in the old schoolhouse at Caddon Fell the summer the roof was finally mended. Nobody could agree on who had been the cleverest in the class, so the schoolmistress's daughter, Ivy Marr, stood on a chair by the stove and read out the names of those who had gone away. She stopped at the name of Tom Hesketh, and the room went quiet, because he had left at fourteen with one boot and a borrowed coat and had never written home.

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He came up the path at dusk with the rain on his shoulders. His mother was waiting at the door with his old slate in her arms. She did not speak. She turned it round so he could read what she had scratched there in a child's hand the week he left: create on the one side, yourself on the other, the letters so small that the chalk dust had to be blown away before he could make them out.

Tom sat at his old desk, the wood still carved with his initials, and for a long while he said nothing. Then he took the chalk from the ledge and drew a line between the two words, the way his teacher used to when a sum was finished. Ivy saw him do it and laughed, not unkindly, and the rest of the hall began to talk again.

At midnight he walked down to the beck with the slate under his arm. He set it on the flat stone where the children had once skimmed their dinner plates, and he did not wipe it. In the morning the rain had washed the chalk away, but the letters had been pressed so deep into the slate that anyone passing could still read them by running a thumb across the grooves.