Black and grey fine line script tattoo reading fear is the mind killer, running diagonally across the upper back near the shoulder blade.

Fear is the mind killer script across the back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a thin, slightly curved script tattoo reading fear is the mind killer, set on the upper back near the shoulder. The linework is fine and crisp, with no shading, and the lettering runs diagonally from the shoulder toward the side of the torso. The person wears black lace underwear, and the soft focus and grey tones keep the attention on the tattoo.

Lettering Fine line Back Script Quote Lace

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okafor's shop on Hyde Road had been shut since the bus strike, but Danny still had the key on his lanyard, and at ten past eleven on Thursday he let himself in through the back. The gas fire ticked. Somewhere above the shutters a fox was working through the bins.

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The job was a memorial card for a man nobody in the trade had met, ordered by his daughter in Stockport, who had sent one line of copy on the back of a torn envelope: fear is the mind killer. Danny had lettered a hundred epitaphs and most of them were sentimental rubbish. This one he liked. He worked it in a thin, leaning script with a fine quill nib, the strokes so narrow the ink nearly broke at every turn, and he kept at it until the clock over the sink said half past one.

When he finally held the card under the lamp, he saw what he had done. The words ran slantwise across the board as though they wanted out of the frame, and the letters looked less like a warning than a confession. He thought of his father, who had never once admitted to being afraid, and of the fascia board his father had painted over this same door in 1979, which read Open and had never quite been true.

He pulled the card off the board, folded it twice, and slid it into the drawer marked spoiled. Then he took a clean sheet, wet the nib, and wrote the line again, slower this time, leaving nothing at all in the margins.