Close overhead photo of a hand holding a takeaway coffee, with small black fine line script reading good vibes on the back of the hand near the wrist.

Good vibes script tattoo on the back of a hand

Fine line · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A hand holding a white takeaway coffee cup rests on a wooden bench beside a black phone, with gold bracelets and a ring visible. The small black script reading good vibes is written in a fine, flowing hand on the back of the hand and wrist. The lettering is crisp and sits in the centre of the frame against natural skin, with bright, even daylight.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third coat of size had to dry overnight, so Dot Pennock spent the evening on the harbour wall with a flask and a sketchbook, failing to draw gulls. Forty years of pub fascias had taught her that a line of lettering is a promise to the street, and she did not promise lightly. The bakery on Quay Row wanted its name in gold on the glass and, underneath, a phrase Ruth Ambrose had seen on a takeaway cup and fallen for.

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Kit arrived at seven with two coffees and a pencil behind each ear. He was nineteen, quick with a stylus on his phone, and he thought the phrase was brilliant. 'It's a mood, Dot,' he said. 'Not everything has to be carved over a door like a sermon.' She let him hold the ladder while she worked, because he was steady on it and because she had already decided how the thing would be written.

She did it in a plain copperplate, hairlines thin and downstrokes swelling, the g looping low like a line let out off the end of a pier. Ruth came out in her flour-dusted apron and stood on the cobbles with her hands in her pockets. 'Lovely,' she said, and meant it, which surprised Dot more than she let on. Kit went to fetch the varnish, and Dot stayed up the ladder, looking at the glass.

When the sun came round at four, the words threw themselves backwards across the shop floor, so that anyone inside read them in reverse against the loaves. Dot climbed down, wiped her brush on the rag, and told Kit that a sign was only ever finished once someone was standing in the wrong place to read it. He didn't understand, but he wrote it down anyway.