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

Good vibes script on the side ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A close crop of a torso in a grey cropped top, showing the phrase good vibes written in thin, cursive black script. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the lettering sits horizontally on the skin beside the ribcage. The muted grey clothing and soft, neutral background keep the focus on the small text.

Fine line Lettering Ribs Phrase Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Okonedo never trusted a sign he could not read from the pier, so when the Gaiety's owner wanted the old board redone he sent Dennis up the ladder with a pot of enamel and his good sable brush. The board had said WELCOME TO THE GAIETY for thirty years and had flaked back to bare wood at the W. Dennis was nineteen and had only ever painted fish on crates.

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The wind came off the harbour every afternoon and tried to take the wet letters with it. Dennis worked on his knees across a scaffold plank, copying the hand from a sheet of tracing paper, each loop so thin it nearly vanished into the grain. Pearl from the chip shop brought him tea in a jam jar and asked what the words were meant to say. Nothing much, he told her. Just the sort of thing people like to see when they've walked in out of the rain.

On the last evening, with the light going orange over the groynes, he dipped the brush once more and wrote a line in the bottom corner, small enough that no one passing below would catch it. Sign-writers often signed their work that way, a quiet name tucked under the big letters. He chose the words because they were the only ones in his head that week: good vibes, in his careful hand, pressed into the wood beside the last letter of the Gaiety's name.

Thirty-odd years later the building came down for a block of flats, and the board went into a skip with the rest. Pearl's grandson, clearing the site, wiped a thumb across the corner and read the faded words aloud to nobody in particular. He had no idea who had written them, and the board went onto the bonfire pile with the broken chairs.