Fine line script tattoo reading forever and ever in dark purple ink running down the inner forearm near the wrist, beside a white rose.

Forever and ever script on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A hand and inner forearm show the words forever and ever written vertically in thin, dark purple script, with the ampersand set between the two words. The linework is fine and even, and the ink sits on a plain, pale skin tone against a white background. A white rose with green leaves and a stem sits to the right of the arm, and the hand has bright pink nail polish.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Lettering Rose Leaves Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dilys had the brush loaded with violet before the generator coughed back to life, and she meant to finish the scroll on the carousel's outer panel before the gates opened at two. Mr Hardacre wanted the name of the fair across the top in gold, but the band beneath it was hers to decide, and she had left it blank for three seasons.

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She worked standing on an upturned crate, the canvas wind-break snapping behind her, and she painted the way her mother had taught her, with the wrist loose and the breath held. The first word came out thin and upright, a line that wanted to lean. The ampersand she had practised on old newspaper all week, a looping figure that looked like a knot pulled tight. Then the second word, slanting down the panel toward the wooden horses, until the whole thing read like something said low across a counter.

Hardacre came round the back with two teas in tin mugs and stopped at the sight of it. "Forever and ever," he read, squinting. "Who's that for?"

"Nobody who'll ask for their money back," she said, and blew gently on the wet paint.

At dusk the lamps came on, one bulb at a time along the roofline, and the carousel began to turn. Dilys stood at the rail and watched the band go round, the violet words sliding past the lit horses, over and under, never once arriving anywhere new. A small boy in a yellow anorak reached up as he went by and laid his palm flat against the paint. She saw the pale smudge it left and thought she would have to touch it up in the morning, and found she did not mind.