Fine line script tattoo spelling the word Wanderlust in black ink across the inner forearm.

Cursive wanderlust word on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A thin, single-line cursive word runs horizontally across the inner forearm against plain, pale skin. The linework is fine and even, with small variations in stroke weight where the letters join. The ink is solid black on a soft, warm-toned background, and the word sits centrally in the frame.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Word Wanderlust

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dearest Ivy, the cab is idling outside the boarding house on Crescent Road and Mrs Fenwick is pretending not to watch me from the parlour window, so I shall be quick. I have packed the blue case twice. The first time I put in all the wrong things: the good gloves, Father's compass that never points true, the hymn book you gave me at confirmation. Those are staying. You may have them, or let Mrs Fenwick sell them for the rent.

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I am taking the second-hand atlas from the Co-op window and the pencil stub you sharpened with your teeth. I know you think I am running off to nowhere. Perhaps I am. But the word I keep finding in the margins of that atlas, written by someone who went before me, is one I cannot put down: wanderlust. A man called Harold Pryce scratched it beside the harbour at Lisbon in 1911, then wrote underneath, 'where next, old thing?' I have decided it is an instruction.

Mrs Fenwick has just knocked. The driver says the train to Hull will not wait for a girl who writes letters. Don't come to the station. If you do, stand where the platform roof drips, because you always hated getting wet and I want you miserable for at least one minute of my leaving.

Enclosed is the last page of Pryce's atlas, which I tore from the back. On it I have copied his word exactly as he wrote it, slanting and quick, so you will know it is real. Keep it somewhere dry. When the post comes from wherever I land, pin the next stamp beside this one so we can count the places together. Your loving sister, Dot.