Black script reading Galatians 2:20 beside a small black cross tattoo on the inside of an ankle.

Cross and Galatians 2:20 script on an ankle

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black tattoo on the side of a foot near the ankle, showing a solid black cross with its long bar extending to the right. Beside the cross, the words Galatians 2:20 are written in a black cursive script. The ink is solid black with no shading or colour, and the skin is light and fills most of the frame against a dark wooden floor.

Lettering Ankle Cross Script Bible verse Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Margaret Oduya had been lettering place cards for thirty-one years and had never once been asked to put a Bible verse on a seating plan. 'Galatians, chapter two, verse twenty,' Dennis Pryce said, tapping the proof with a nicotine-yellow finger. 'Get the colon right. It's the colon that matters.'

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She worked at the kitchen table of the annexe behind St Mary's, a dip pen in one hand and the bottle of black ink wedged against a tea caddy. She drew the cross first, a long level bar with a short upright crossing it, the way her mother had taught her to mark the top of a page before anything else went on it. Dennis watched from the doorway with his cap in his hands. His grandson was marrying a girl from Leeds on Saturday, and he had spent the whole week telling anyone who'd listen that the boy had been wild once and was now, thank God, settled.

On Friday she carried the finished cards round to the farmhouse. Dennis read the verse under his breath, moving his lips over the looping capitals. 'I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live.' He stopped at the last words and looked at his own hand, at the knuckle still stained from the Sunday hymn sheets. 'Live, though. Not me. Christ in me. That's the trick of it.' He slid one card back across the table. 'Put mine under the name too. Small.'

On Saturday the cards stood on every trestle in the marquee. Margaret found the one at the head of the table, its black cross and slanting script exactly as she had left them, and beneath the verse, in pencil so faint it would wash away with a thumb, the old man had written a name, Edna, and drawn a second cross beside it.