Fine line black script reading good vibes on the side of a torso, just below the ribs, with a grey top above.

Good vibes script on the side of the torso

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A small black script tattoo reading good vibes sits on the side of a bare torso, just below the ribcage. The thin, single-needle linework is slightly uneven and the lettering is joined in a looping, handwritten style. The tattoo is shown in black ink against warm skin, with a grey top and a light, out-of-focus background filling the rest of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Other Script Text Handwriting

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lamp-room at Gilfach Colliery had a tin board nailed above the hooks, and nobody living could say who had painted the words on it. Old Morfydd, who swept that floor for forty years, always said the pit had written them the night the men were late coming up and their wives stood at the gate with shawls over their heads. The letters ran in a loose hand that leaned forward, like a man hurrying down a drift.

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Tomas Vaughan was a hewer's boy, sixteen and certain of most things, and he thought the words were soft. One morning he scraped at them with a lamp hook until the paint came away in curls. His father said nothing, only took his own lamp and went down. That shift the east level came in with a roar of stone, and the men who had passed the board that morning and kept their heads down were the ones who got out, because they had stopped to fill their flasks and so were not standing where the roof came. Tomas came up sooner than most, and found the board repainted when he went back for his cap, the same looping hand, a little wetter than before.

He is an old man now, and he paints the words on his own lamp each morning before he walks to the bus. His grandson thinks it is a joke, and says so. Tomas lets him. The line is never quite straight, and the second word always trails, as if whoever wrote it was in a hurry to get down to the men.