Black and white photo of a fine line handwritten script tattoo running down the side of the ribs, partly covered by a dark top and lace bra.

Handwritten script line along the ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of a thin, handwritten script phrase tattooed vertically along the side of the ribcage. The linework is fine and even, with the letters slanting and connecting in a cursive style. The image is cropped to the torso, with a dark top and black lace bra at the upper edge and a hand visible at the right.

Fine line Lettering Ribs Script Handwriting Phrase Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mother, the frost has got into the water butt again, so I broke the ice with the poker and carried the pail up the lane myself. Don't scold. Tom Ashby from the mill offered to help, but I sent him home because he wanted to talk about his cousin's wedding and I had the bread in the oven.

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You asked whether I have been past the stile into Harrow Wood. I have, twice now. The path is marked the way you showed me, with white stones on the left and none on the right. Last Sunday, where the beeches thin out, I heard a bell that was not the church bell, low and very far off, and I thought of what Grandfather always said, that the wood keeps its own hours.

Yesterday I went in alone with the lantern and a ball of twine. I tied one end to the stile and let it run out behind me. In the clearing I found a table of flat stones and a cup with rain in it, and on the bark of the old oak someone had cut words, deep and neat: come into the wood with me. I read them twice. Then I wound the twine back up, slowly, the way you taught me to wind a line when you do not mean to be lost.

I have not decided. The loaf is cooling and the lamp wants trimming. If the bell rings tonight, do not send the constable up the lane. Keep the lamp lit in the window and I will either answer it or be home for breakfast. Your loving daughter, Ada.