Black script tattoo reading friends forever, looping through an infinity symbol, on a person's side ribs below a lace waistband.

Friends forever script in an infinity loop on ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows the words friends forever written in flowing cursive script, with the final loop of the lettering forming an infinity symbol. It is rendered in solid black ink with smooth, even linework. The photograph is taken close up at an angle, with a lace garment band and an orange top at the edges of the frame.

Lettering Ribs Infinity Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The train stopped on the bridge at Berwick again, the way it always does, and I watched the Tweed go slow and brown beneath the window. Ruth's message was still on my phone: coach from Edinburgh delayed, meet you at the Arms if I can, don't wait. I waited anyway, with my bag on my knees and the radiator ticking under the seat.

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At fourteen we practised joined-up writing on the back pages of our exercise books, because Mrs Abernethy said a hand that could finish a word without lifting the pen could finish anything. Ruth chose the words. Friends first, then forever, the final stroke of the r swinging round so the whole line closed like a figure eight lying on its side. We drew it over and over until the margins were grey with it, and we made a rule nobody else was allowed to know: the loop never breaks, not for exams, not for boys, not for a bad winter in a new town.

The train pulled off again and the platform slid out of the window. I took out the bus ticket I'd been carrying since Sunday and wrote the words across the back of it without thinking, one long stroke that went round and came back on itself. Near the end the ink started to skip, the way Mrs Abernethy's biros always did, but the loop still closed.

I got off at Coldstream because the train had already crossed into Scotland, and walked the lane back towards the river with the ticket in my pocket. Ruth was on the bench outside the station, coat open, an envelope on her knee with the same loop drawn across the front. Neither of us said anything. We just traced it together, pens lifting for nothing, until the ink ran out.