Small fine line script reading feelin' fine in black ink on the upper arm of a person in a navy top with a rolled sleeve.

Feelin' fine script on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A small phrase in thin, cursive script reads feelin' fine, sitting on the outer upper arm. The linework is delicate and even, rendered in black or dark grey ink, with no shading or colour. The arm fills most of the frame against a navy top with a rolled sleeve, and a leafy plant sits softly out of focus on the left.

Fine line Lettering Upper arm Script Phrase Word Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The marquee poles are still leaning when you find Aunt Dorothy by the trestle of sherry glasses, and she asks how you're holding up. You tell her the speech went fine, the gravy never set, and the top tier of the cake lost a fight with the wind somewhere between the car park and the lawn. She looks at you over her spectacles the way she did when you were nine and had posted a frog into the font.

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"Are you feeling fine, love?" she asks.

"Feelin' fine," you say, and hear how it comes out, flat and bright, the same answer you've given for thirty years about bad exams and broken bikes. Dorothy snorts. She has known you long enough to tell the difference.

Then Connor comes stumbling across the wet grass holding up the ring. He found it wedged in a clump of clover beside the hydrangeas, and he's holding it between finger and thumb like a tiny moon. The bride is still waving her hand at the photographer, unaware that anything is missing. Your sister looks at you, then at the ring, then at you again.

You take the ring from Connor, slip it into the pocket of your good jacket, and walk out onto the lawn. The band strikes up something slow, the sun goes down behind the hedge, and for the first time all day you find you actually mean it.