Fine line black cursive script tattoo running diagonally across the upper chest below the collarbone, with a thin chain necklace visible beside it.

Cursive script quote across the upper chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A single line of black cursive script runs diagonally across the upper chest, partly obscured at the start by a thin necklace chain. The linework is fine and even, with small loops and flourishes in the letters and no visible shading. The image is a close crop in mostly warm skin tones, with a purple and navy fabric at the top and a ring on a hand at the right edge.

Lettering Fine line Chest Script Quote Cursive Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Abernethy kept the parish ledger at Little Wenlow for thirty-one years, and folk said you could read a man's character in the loops of his capitals. He taught himself copperplate from a book a curate left behind, and he practised every night at the kitchen table until his wrist ached. Nobody in the village ever saw him make a blot, and that was the trouble, because it made people nervous to hand him anything that mattered.

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The spring the reservoir drowned the lower meadow, Ada Pryce came to the counter with a letter she had written four times over. It was addressed to a man in Hereford who had not answered since Michaelmas. She asked Abernethy to copy it out fair, and he saw that the words were hers but the hand had gone to pieces, the letters leaning and crowding like frightened sheep. "I can make it look like you meant it," he said. "I can't make it mean it."

She laughed, a short surprised sound, and told him to do it anyway. So he sat under the lamp and wrote every line slowly, sloping the descenders long and tying each word to the next with a thin stroke, as though the sentences could not be parted. When he finished, the page looked like a promise made in good faith, and she folded it without reading it again.

Two weeks later the postman brought him a card with a single line in pencil, in a cramped hand he knew at once as the Hereford man's. It said only that he would come on Saturday's bus. Abernethy kept the card in the ledger between March and April, where it still is, and he has never since been asked to copy anything out fair.