Close photo of a fine-line handwritten script tattoo reading everything I am, placed low on the abdomen above the waistband of patterned pyjamas.

Fine script lettering on lower abdomen

Fine line · Other · Colour · Photo

A thin, handwritten script tattoo runs across the lower abdomen, to the right of the navel, in a single dark reddish ink. The words are partly cut off at the right edge of the frame, so only the start of the phrase is legible. The photo is taken from above, with patterned pyjama trousers with a polar bear print filling the lower part of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Other Script Handwriting Lettering Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Margaret had sorted the post in Scarrow for thirty-one years and could tell a sender's mood from the slant of their pen. So when a brown-cornered envelope slid up through the bag that Tuesday, she turned it over twice before she opened it, the way she always did with anything that had been somewhere it shouldn't.

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The letter inside was a single sheet folded in three, written in a thin hand that leaned forward as if it was hurrying toward the end. Most of it had gone to damp and a faint smell of paraffin. What survived ran across the middle of the page in ink the colour of dried rose petals: everything I am you. The rest had burned away at the edge, and the last word hung there with nothing beyond it.

She knew the hand. Ellen Gunn had written to her husband every week while he worked the fishing boats out of Lerwick, and every week the letters came back to the post office unopened, marked for Ellen's own collection, because the boats were lost in March and no one had told her where to send the next one. Margaret had kept the bundle in a biscuit tin under the counter for nine years, never once opening them.

She read the scorched sheet twice more, then carefully slid it back into its envelope. She wrote Ellen's name on the front in her own neat capitals, put it in the tin with the others, and let the lid stay off a while, so the cold air could get in.