Black handwritten script tattoo of a quotation running down the inner forearm, in a lettering style.

Handwritten script quote on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a forearm with several lines of black, handwritten-style script running diagonally from the wrist towards the elbow. The lettering is fine and even, with uneven spacing that suggests a natural hand, and the ink is a single dark tone against light skin. A thin metal bangle sits at the bottom of the frame, and a striped sleeve is visible at the left edge.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Script Handwriting Quote Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You are halfway through the third line when Mrs Pell rattles the shop bell, and you blot the nib on your cuff before you can stop yourself. The kitchen smells of scorched toast and wet wool. Your father's Bible lies open beside the teapot at the page he has underlined twice in red, and you have been copying the words across the blue notepaper at a slant, because the ruled lines will not hold them straight.

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Harold went out on the Thursday milk train with one case and a promise to write from Leeds. Nothing came. Every morning you walk down to the sorting office to ask Mr Garside whether anything has arrived for Ashworth Lane, and every morning he shakes his head over his spectacles without looking up from the parcels.

So you copy the verse the way it stands, then again beneath it in smaller letters, and then you stop. The ink thins as it dries and the words run down the paper like rain down a window. You fold the sheet twice. Whatever Harold meant to say, he has not said it to you, and the verse was never really an answer to him anyway, only a way of saying the thing to yourself.

You do not post it. You take the page out to the back step, where the wind catches the corner and turns it over, the ink facing the sky. You watch it skid across the yard toward the chapel wall, and then you go in and put the kettle on.