Fine line handwritten script design reading I'll keep you safe, you keep me wild, in black ink on a white background, with no body placement shown.

Handwritten quote in fine line script

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

A handwritten script design in two lines reads I'll keep you safe on the upper line and you keep me wild on the lower line, with the final word trailing into a long flowing stroke. The linework is thin and even, drawn in black ink with no shading. The text sits on a plain white background with the lines spaced evenly across the frame.

Fine line Lettering Quote Script Handwriting Word

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The lift in Harrow Court had been broken since March, so Dee carried the shopping up nine flights with the bread wedged under one arm and a bag of oranges knocking her knee. Pete was waiting on the landing with the door propped open by a brick. He took the oranges without a word and put the kettle on, because that was how they had always talked when the words got too heavy to lift.

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She had found the pen that morning in the drawer where the takeaway menus lived. It was the thin black one he used for the crossword, the kind that never smudged. She had written on the back of an electricity bill, in the careful slanting hand she used for school letters: I'll keep you safe. Then she had stopped, because the second line wouldn't come, and she had gone out to the Co-op and come back with nothing but milk.

Pete read the bill while the tea stewed. He read it twice, the way he read the shipping forecast, looking for the bit that would tell him what the weather was going to do. Then he turned it over, found her half-line, and wrote underneath in capitals that wandered uphill: YOU KEEP ME WILD. He pushed it across the table with one finger, the way you'd return a dropped glove.

Dee laughed, which was not what she had intended, and the sound went all the way up the stairwell and came back to them off the concrete. Somewhere below, a radio was playing a song they both knew the words to. She folded the bill into her coat pocket, and from then on she carried it everywhere, through the broken lift and the lean winter and the long year after, until the paper went soft as cloth.