Black lettering reading faith set inside a fish outline, tattooed on the lower back above a pair of jeans.

Faith script inside a fish outline on lower back

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A black tattoo of the word faith in joined script sits inside an outlined fish shape, which is drawn with the tail formed by crossed strokes. It is shown on bare skin at the lower back, just above the waistband of blue denim jeans. The ink is solid black with no colour, and the photograph is taken close up and head-on, so the lettering and outline are clearly visible.

Lettering Back Faith Fish Script Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The carp in the lower pond had grown so fat that Brother Osric could no longer lift them with the net, and so it fell to me, the cellarer's boy, to wade in to my knees every Friday in November. Nobody else wanted the job. The abbot liked his fish on the table by the feast of Saint Andrew, and the kitchen liked them plainer than the guests did, so I went in with the cold seeping through my habit and my hands going numb on the wet cords.

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The novice Tobias came down with me that autumn, a pale boy from Bridport who had never touched anything living that did not bleat or bark. On the third Friday he found a flat stone under the sluice gate, scratched with a fish and a word in letters that had been cut deep by someone with a steady hand. FAITH, it said, the last stroke of the h trailing off into the moss. He asked me whether it was a sign. I told him it was a mark, nothing more: Brother Wulfstan had cut it so the next man would know which boards to lift when the water rose, and Wulfstan had drowned in the year the mill burned, which was why nobody went near the stone anymore.

We lifted the boards together that evening. The water poured out through the gap in a rush of brown and then ran clear, and the carp swept past our knees in a silver crowd, heading down the channel toward the river and the wider country beyond the wall. Tobias watched them go with his mouth open. He asked where they would end up. I said the river would take them to the sea, and the sea would take them somewhere we would never see, and that Osric would be sorry to hear it. Then I let the stone go back into the mud, face down, where the fish could not read it.