Close-up of a fine line script tattoo on the upper thigh of a woman in a white outfit, reading a short quote in black ink.

Fine line script quote on a thigh

Fine line · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A close-up of a woman's upper thigh, with her hand resting near the top of the tattoo and a pale, loose garment pulled to one side. The tattoo is a single line of thin black cursive script running diagonally across the skin, with delicate, even linework. The background is soft and neutral, with a pale textured surface and muted light, and the image is cropped to focus on the lettering.

Fine line Lettering Thigh Script Quote Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Her mother said the wedding at the mill was no place for a girl with muddy boots, so Ada went anyway, and it was the rabbit that led her there. It was grey-white and sat on the stile at the end of the lane with its ears laid flat, looking back at her the way the miller's wife looked at a late loaf. When it dropped into the hedge she went after it, because her brother had dared her to, and because the creature wore a pocket watch on a chain and she wanted to know the hour.

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On the far side of the hedge there was a long table under apple trees, lanterns hung in the branches, and a wedding already in progress. The bride wore a veil the colour of skimmed milk and held her face so still that Ada could not tell if she was smiling. The groom was a heron in a borrowed coat. Nobody stopped her. The rabbit hopped under the trestles, and a man pressed a cup of cider into her hand and said, "You're late for the vows, but not for the cake."

She sat beside the heron and listened to the vows, which were all about who would carry the water and who would mind the gate. When the bride lifted her veil to drink, Ada saw a ring on her finger, the one her mother had lost in the millrace two winters back. She stood too fast and knocked over her cup. The cider ran down the table toward the rabbit, which waited at the far end with one paw on its watch.

"Come on, then," said the rabbit. "Nobody follows me twice." She went. The lanterns went out one by one behind her, and when she climbed back through the hedge into the lane it was dusk and her boots were dry. Her mother stood at the gate with a lamp, asking where she had been. Ada held up her hand and showed her the ring, which she had not known she was carrying, and her mother sat down in the road.