Black serif lettering reading Fa;th, with the semicolon replacing the i, tattooed on a wrist.

Fa;th lettering on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo spells the word Fa;th in bold black serif capitals, with a semicolon in place of the letter i. The lettering is solid black with clean edges and no visible shading. The wrist fills the frame at a slight angle, with a dark sleeve and a blurred background behind it.

Lettering Forearm Faith Semicolon Word Text Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Harold Fenwick had set type for the Hallam Courier for thirty-one years, and in all that time he had never once let a sentence stop before it was ready. On the night Dennis brought the bad proof up from the composing stone, Harold was bent over the case with a pair of tweezers, hunting for a lowercase i that had gone missing from the drawer marked for the gothic face. The obituary column was waiting. The word was Faith, and the drawer held no second i.

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"Use the semicolon," Dennis said. "Nobody will notice at the back of the paper." Harold held the little lead piece up to the lamp. It was a dot set over a comma, and it looked wrong in a word meant to be plain. "It isn't a stop," he said. "That's what people never understood about it. A stop says the thing is finished. This only says there's more to come, and you have to wait for it." He set it in the place of the i, locked the forme, and the press began to turn.

The paper ran on Thursday. Mrs Pargeter from Vale Street cut the notice out and pinned it above her sink, then rang the office twice to ask whether the printers had made a mistake. Harold told her no. He told her the mark was there to hold the line open, so that a word could carry a pause in it without breaking.

Years later, when the Courier had moved to offset and the old lead had gone to the scrapyard, Harold still kept that semicolon in a matchbox in his coat. Some evenings he took it out and turned it over under the kitchen light. It was the only piece of type he had ever kept back on purpose, and he never once told anyone why.