Black lettering tattoo reading don't panic on the inner forearm, with a blurred metro carriage and passenger in the background.

Don't panic lettering on inner forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo spells out the words don't panic in a blocky, uniform sans-serif lettering in black ink across the inner forearm. The linework is crisp and solid, with no shading or added decoration. The blurred background shows a silver and dark brown transit carriage with an M logo, a person standing in the open doorway, and a brick pavement, all in soft focus with muted colours.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sleet had turned to snow by the time the ewe started labouring, and the lamp in the lambing shed hummed the way it always did when the wiring was tired. My grandfather had painted the words on the feed bin the winter the roof came down, in the same blocky capitals he used for everything: DON'T PANIC. Mum said it was a joke he'd picked up from a paperback he never finished. I thought it was just a sensible thing to tell a bin.

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Tonight the ewe was on her side in the straw with one foot showing and the other nowhere. I had my sleeves pushed up to the elbow and my hand already slick, feeling for a leg that wouldn't come where it should. My heart was going like the tractor on a cold start. I looked up at the bin through the gap in the boards, the letters flaking white in the lamplight, and I laughed out loud, which startled the ewe and nearly cost me the lamb.

Then I did what I'd been taught: found the knee, cupped the hoof, eased it forward against the pull. The lamb slid out in a rush and lay there grey and still, and I rubbed its ribs with a handful of straw until it sneezed. The ewe groaned and turned her head to look at it as if it had been her idea all along.

I sat back in the straw with snow ticking the window and wrote nothing down, because there was no one to tell. Morning came in pale. I climbed the ladder, took the paint tin from the hook, and under my grandfather's words I added one line of my own, smaller, in the same capitals: IT WORKED.

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