Black fine line cross and script lettering running down a woman's spine, with a small tattoo on her upper arm.

Cross and script down the spine

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with her hair in a ponytail and her hands raised to her head is photographed from behind against a plain blue wall. A small black cross sits at the top of her spine, with a long line of thin black script running down the centre of her back beneath it. A tiny tattoo is also visible on her upper arm near the armpit, and she wears pale denim shorts.

Lettering Fine line Back Upper arm Cross Script Scripture Bible verse Spine Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had filled the pass by four o'clock, and Agnes Pell was still counting spoons when the carter started hammering at the door with the flat of his hand. Outside, his cart leaned on a broken wheel, its load of lamp oil sweating in the lantern light.

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"Ripley by morning," he said, stamping the drift from his boots. "The oil won't keep in this cold, and the buyer won't wait." Agnes looked at the wheel, then at him, then up at the words painted over her hearth in letters her husband had laid down forty years before, faded now to the colour of weak tea: I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. She had never much liked that line. It sounded like a boast.

"A split rim won't be cured by strength," she said. "Sit down. Eat. The moor doesn't spare a man for being in a hurry." He sat, grumbling, and she brought him broth and a candle stub. Twice in the night he went out to dig the cart free, and twice he came back grey-lipped and red-handed, and twice she made him sit again until the shaking stopped. He slept at last with his head on the table.

At first light the wind dropped. Agnes went out with a shovel and found the cart buried to its axle, the oil safe under canvas, and the wheel bound with a strip of leather cut from his own harness while she slept. Above the door, the old iron cross was rimed white. He stayed three days, and on the last she caught him by the fire, moving his lips over the faded words, as if testing whether they would bear his weight.