Close-up of a fine line black handwritten script tattoo of a quote across a shoulder and upper back.

Handwritten script quote on a shoulder

Fine line · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A close-up of bare skin showing a handwritten script quote in thin black ink across the shoulder and upper back. The lettering is fine and slightly uneven, in a casual cursive hand, with some words set higher than others. The skin is pale and evenly lit, with a dark background at the top right and the edge of the frame cropping the text.

Fine line Lettering Shoulder Script Quote Handwriting Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your chair nearer the range, for the frost is making the nails sing in the barn boards, and I'll not tell this twice. You know the Hollis place, up past the stone wall where the lane gives out. Old Ada Hollis kept eleven hens and one bad-tempered goat called Parson, and every winter she wrote her wishes on the flour sacks with a stub of carpenter's pencil, because she said paper cost money and sacks were free.

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The winter the river froze to the bottom, her brother Tom went down to the valley for work and never came back up for the lambing. Ada walked the fields each dawn with a lantern, and she'd say to the ewes, "A dream is a wish your heart makes, and it's no use to anyone folded in a drawer." The ewes did not care. The goat did, and it followed her to every gate, bleating as if the gates owed it money.

On the twelfth night she found Tom's boots standing by the gatepost, frozen stiff as church candles, and tucked inside one of them a flour sack with her own writing on it, the pencil gone pale with damp. Underneath, in a hand she did not know, someone had added a line: your heart makes it, not the weather. It was only the carter's boy, playing a joke, though Ada never let him know she'd guessed. She kept that sack under her bed for forty years.

Mind the goat on your way out. He still thinks the gate owes him a wish.