Close view of a fine line black script tattoo reading free on the back of a woman's hand, with her other hand resting on her shoulder.

Free script tattoo on the back of a hand

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A woman's hand rests on her opposite shoulder, showing a small tattoo of the word free in thin, black, cursive lettering on the back of the hand. A long, fine tail stroke extends from the final letter across the skin. The photograph is a close crop with a denim shirt, turquoise rings and layered beaded bracelets in the background, and the tattoo is the main focus.

Fine line Lettering Hand Free Word Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wire came down off Harrow Fell at four o'clock, the way it always did, and by five Edwin Pask had the key warm under his thumb. Nobody in Garsdale sent telegrams for pleasure. They sent them for funerals, for the price of wool, for the doctor to come quick. So when the message came through from Hawes addressed to the Ashworth place, he wrote it out twice in capitals before he trusted it.

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It was one word, which was unusual. FREE, and nothing after. Mrs Ashworth had been a widow for two winters, her boy had gone to the mill towns and stopped writing, and the sheep had been sold off at Kirkby Stephen. Edwin knew all of this because the whole dale knew it. He sealed the form in its envelope and rode it up the track himself, the wind pushing at his back, the long pale line of the wire running off over the ridge behind him like a kite string with nothing on the end of it.

Mrs Ashworth read it on the step. She didn't open the door to him. She folded the paper small and held it against her palm, and he saw her lips move, though he could not tell what she said. Then she looked past him at the wire, at the thin grey line that went over the top of the world, and laughed once, sharp as a dropped cup.

Her boy came home at Martinmas with a cart full of boots and a new wife from Leeds. Edwin never learned who had sent the word. He only knew the clerk at Hawes had been asked to wire it, and that the sender had paid in full for the word and not one letter more.