Black ink flash sheet of an ornate script alphabet titled Double, with swirling flourishes, shown as a drawn lettering design rather than on skin.

Double script alphabet flash sheet

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A hand-drawn sheet of ornate script capital letters from A to Z, headed with the word Double in underlined lettering. The letters use bold and fine pen strokes with looping flourishes and decorative swashes above and below. The sheet is drawn in black ink on white paper, with no colour and no shading.

Lettering Alphabet Script Lettering Flourish

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Marta had three days of snow behind her and a sign board balanced on two trestles in the coach house of the Crossed Keys. The innkeeper, Edwin Pell, wanted his name over the door in the old flourished hand, the one he remembered from his father's sign, and he had lent her a battered flash book to copy from. She had found the page marked Double, and it had seemed simple enough until she held the brush to the first capital.

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The letters would not stand still. The B wanted to loop back on itself, the S sent its tail off toward the gutter, and every swash she drew seemed to need a second swash to answer it. By the time the lamps were lit she had spoiled four boards' worth of gesso and one good sable, and Edwin had stopped pretending he was not watching from the doorway with his pipe gone cold.

"My father used to say the trick is to let the letter finish itself," he said, leaning on the frame. "Stop fighting the curl."

She tried it. The next capital came out thick on the downstroke and fine on the return, the way the sheet showed it, and the swash above it lifted like a gull off a wall. She stepped out into the cold and saw that the snow had stopped and the lane lay blue under a hard moon.

In the morning the board went up over the door, the letters doubled along their edges in a shadow of paler paint. Edwin read it with his hands in his pockets, nodded once, and said nothing, which from him was praise.