Black handwritten script reading flawless followed by a full stop, drawn as a lettering tattoo design on a plain white background.

Flawless handwritten script design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the word flawless followed by a full stop, written in a loose, joined handwritten script. The linework is a single black line of even weight, with the tall l and f strokes extending above the lowercase letters and a descending stroke below the f. It is set on a plain white background with no shading or colour, so it reads as a stencil-style design rather than a photograph of skin.

Lettering Script Word Handwriting

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nell,

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The lodgers have gone back to Leeds and the house smells of vinegar and wet tide-mats, so I am finally at the kitchen table with the good pen. You will want to hear about Mr Abernethy's ledger. He has kept the books for Seaview since 1952, every page ruled in green ink and every sum checked twice. Yesterday he came down to breakfast with his cuffs turned back and asked me, very politely, whether I had been writing on the guest list. I said I had not. He showed me the corner of it. Someone had scribbled the word flawless across the margin in a slanted, joined hand, with a full stop like a dropped pea.

Nobody would own to it. Mrs Pryce swore it was not her, and she has never managed a word longer than a hymn number. Mr Abernethy was more put out than I have ever seen him, pacing the hall with his spectacles pushed up on his forehead, until the youngest Hallam boy, who sleeps on the cot in the box room, said it was the gull. The gull had come in through the scullery window, walked straight across the ink pot and then across the paper. Nobody believed him. The boy drew the footprints on the back of a menu to prove it, and the footprints were exactly the right shape.

Mr Abernethy did not scold anyone. He took the list up to his desk and sat with it for a long while, and then he laughed, a proper laugh I had not heard from him before. Last night he came down to check the sums again and found one wrong by sixpence. He said a book with nothing wrong in it would be a very dull thing to keep.

I have left the margin alone. Come at Easter and see if the gull has been back.