Close-up of a black handwritten-style lettering tattoo on skin reading a quote followed by the attribution Jon Bovi.

Handwritten quote tattoo in black ink

Lettering · Black and grey · Photo

A close-up photograph of a handwritten-style quote in black ink on pale skin, reading "it's is my life" with the attribution "Jon Bovi" on a second line below. The letters have uneven, hand-drawn strokes with a consistent black line weight and no shading. The text fills most of the frame against a plain skin background, with a dark area at the left edge.

Lettering Quote Handwriting Text Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mo had painted the lettering on the fairground signs for eleven summers, and he would have sworn in any court that the only thing he'd ever got wrong was a blue O on the ghost train. Then Kathleen Pryce came round the back of the waltzer with a rolled banner under one arm and her other hand on her hip, and unrolled it across the bonnet of the generator van like evidence.

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"Read it," she said.

He read it. The banner for the new ride, the one with the flashing spokes, said "it's is my life" in his big fat letters, and under that, where the singer's name should have gone, the name was spelt the way the lad from the candyfloss stall had shouted it over the generator noise. Mo had nodded through the whole order. He'd been nodding at things for forty years.

"Opening's Saturday," Kathleen said. "The council man's coming. Repaint it."

He reached for the white paint, then stopped. Across the field a girl of about nine was standing under the sign with her phone held up, and she was laughing, really laughing, the way people did at things that were slightly wrong and entirely theirs. Kathleen saw him looking and sighed through her nose.

By Saturday the banner was up over the dodgems with the extra "is" still in it, and Mo had added a small curl to the tail of the y, the way he did when a sign needed a bit of nerve. The wind caught the vinyl, the words lifted and dropped, and the whole line bobbed over the crowd like it had been meant all along.