Black script lettering reading Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, with a solid black cross above it, on a person's upper back.

Cross and script quote across upper back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a person's upper back showing a solid black cross above a line of black script lettering that reads Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. The lettering is a flowing script with clean, even linework, and the cross has bold, solid fill. The tattoo is shown in black ink on tanned skin, with pink bra straps visible at the edges of the frame.

Lettering Back Cross Script Quote Spirit Border

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody at the Lantern Hall in Carrick Bridge asked why Mam played the same hymn tune before the last set, not even the men from the mill who had stopped coming. She sat at the upright with the lid propped open and let the chords wander, and by the second verse the floor had thinned to couples who knew the steps by heart.

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I was the one who swept up after. The spring the mill shut, Uncle Dessie left us his truck and a shoebox of ferry timetables, and I took on locking up because I was the only one who could make the back door bolt catch. Behind the stage hung a painted map of the old crossing to Sallow Point, the sea drawn in blue gone grey with damp, and a dotted line running from our side to theirs that nobody had bothered to fade.

One night in October a stranger in a wet wool coat asked me if the boat still ran. I said it hadn't since 1962. He said his wife had gone across on the last crossing that year and he meant to follow her with nothing but a case and a letter he had never posted. The hymn was written on the back of a bus ticket, the words pressed so hard the biro had torn the card. I told him the hall was shutting and to mind the step. He left the ticket on the bar anyway.

Mam closed the lid when the last couple had gone and asked me to read the ticket out. I did. She said the sea had never once minded whose name was on the paper, only whether you kept your feet moving. I pinned the map straight on its nail and left the dotted line unbroken, because someone might yet come asking.