Close-up of a small black handwritten GRL PWR lettering tattoo on a forearm, with a hand with red nails resting beside it.

GRL PWR lettering on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo reading GRL PWR in two lines sits on the inner forearm of a person wearing a loose white shirt with the sleeve rolled up. The letters are drawn in thin, even black linework with a casual, handwritten feel and no shading. The composition is tight, with the hand and red nails in the foreground and a plain white background.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Text Handwriting Slogan

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every September the Harrow orchard dropped its fruit on the wrong side of the wall, and every September Old Mags Tully sent her grandniece Nell out with a basket and a stub of carpenter's pencil. The pencil was for the windfalls. Whatever the crows left, the girl wrote on the skins before they went to the cider press, so the men carting them knew which were theirs and which belonged to the squire.

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That year the squire's steward came early and counted the trees himself. He wrote numbers in a ledger with a good silver nib and said the orchard would be let to a cider house in Ledbury come spring, and the Tullys would be turned off the land by Lady Day. Mags said nothing. She took Nell into the top row and showed her how to press the pencil so the letters would hold through rain.

Nell wrote GRL PWR on the first windfall she found, in capitals as tall as her thumb, because Mags said a thing wanted reading from the lane. The steward's boy picked it up, read it aloud twice, and carried it to his master. The steward laughed, then did not, and by Michaelmas he had found himself a ledger to count somewhere else.

In the spring the cider house men came with their carts and found the top row bare and the windfalls stacked by the gate, every one of them marked in small straight letters that nobody could mistake. They loaded the lot without a word, and the Tullys kept the tree that had fallen first.