Fine line black script tattoo on the lower leg of a seated person in denim shorts, with a bangle and bracelets on the wrist.

Fine line script on a calf

Fine line · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a person sitting with one leg bent up, showing a small thin black script tattoo on the outer lower leg. The linework is delicate and even, and the cursive lettering is too small and soft to read clearly. The warm, low light gives the skin a golden tone, and the frame is cropped so that no face is visible.

Fine line Lettering Calf Script Cursive

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pen at the petrol station on the Tonopah road ran dry by the second line, so the rest of this is in pencil. Dad would have laughed. He always said a man should carry a pencil for the things he meant to take back, and I have been carrying his for three days now without once using it on anything worth keeping.

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The road out of Beatty runs flat for forty miles with nothing on it but heat and a row of grey telegraph poles, one every quarter mile. I counted them the whole way, three hundred and twelve of them, until the sign for Goldfield came up, shot through twice and still asking me to welcome. The woman at the motel took my last twenty and gave me a key on a brass fob shaped like a boot, which I have decided is a sign of something.

You asked about the words. I copied them off the lid of Mum's tin before I left, the one with the swallow painted on it. The paint has rubbed nearly away over the years, so I went by the shape of the letters and the way they lean, and I may have one wrong. You can check me when you come up in the spring. Tell me whether the last word ends in a question mark or only has a long tail.

I have left the tin on the bench by the back door, with the lid facing out so the swallow can see the yard. Keep the pencil. Write to me when you are sure of the last word, and address it to the motel, not the house, because I am not going back to the house.