Close photograph of a small black fine line script tattoo of a partly visible phrase on the upper thigh, beside a lace skirt and a brown leather bag strap.

Fine script quote tattoo on a thigh

Fine line · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A small black script tattoo runs across the outer upper thigh, with only part of the phrase visible because the lace skirt and the frame crop the line. The lettering is thin, even linework in black ink with no shading or colour. The skin tone is warm and the image is lit by strong sunlight, with the lace hem and a brown leather strap in the foreground.

Fine line Lettering Thigh Script Handwriting Quote Phrase

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Odile,

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The post van came up the lane at noon with the bread, and the driver handed me your envelope without getting down, the way he does when he thinks the weather is about to turn. I read it on the step with flour still on my hands. You say the lace shop in Nîmes has closed and the new owner wants the wooden shutters painted blue. Forgive me for laughing. Mama would have stood in the road and told him the shutters have been green since 1931 and that was that.

I have copied out the line you sent, the one Papa wrote on the back of the seed catalogue the winter before he left. I wanted to see whether my hand could still make the loops. It can, though the tail of the y drifts off the page like smoke from the chimney. Keep the card. I will not ask you to send it back.

The almond trees along the ridge are flowering early this year, and the bees have not yet found them. Hélène's boy has gone up to the old quarry with a rope and a bucket, looking for the spring that dried up when we were children. He says he will bring water down by Sunday. I told him that if he does, we will all drink it sitting on the wall like fools, and that is the closest thing to a promise I can make.

Write when the blue paint is dry. Tell me what colour the new owner chose, and whether he has the sense to leave the lace on the sill where the sun can reach it.

Your sister, Marguerite