Black and grey script lettering tattoo on the chest, reading Dad followed by a four-line quote about remembering and missing someone.

Dad quote in script lettering on chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a tattoo of handwritten-style script lettering on skin, with the word Dad in a larger flourished script above a four-line quote. The lines are cleanly inked in black with soft grey shading, and the text is centred across the middle of the frame. The skin texture and some body hair are visible at the lower edge, with a dark background at the sides.

Lettering Chest Dad Quote Script Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Old Harriet Pask kept the same kettle on the hob for eleven winters after the Dunmere pit took her husband Tom, and the village said nothing about it, because everyone knew what a kettle was for. It was for the man who was late off shift. It was for the lad who came up the lane with his cap in his hands to say the cage had stopped. Harriet filled it every evening at six and let it sit.

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Her grandson Eli asked her once why she bothered when Tom would never come through the door. She put the lid back on the pot and said remembering was the easy part. Every morning she said his name to the hens, and every evening she said it to the kettle, and that cost her nothing. What cost her was the weight under her ribs at the corner of the lane, where the pit wheel could be seen turning. That, she said, did not go anywhere. You carried it the way you carried a full bucket up the bank, one hand changing to the other every few yards.

The spring the new cage was winched into the colliery yard, Eli went down the lane with the kettle under his arm, meaning to tip it out, and found a man waiting at the gate with his lamp still lit. He had worked the far face beside Tom. He said Tom had left a bottle of tea in the lamp-room, wrapped in newspaper and marked with Harriet's name in pencil. It was cold. It had been cold for eleven years. Eli carried it home and set it on the table beside the kettle, and Harriet laughed until she had to sit down.