Fine line black heart outline with the script words dents du bonheur inside, placed on the inner forearm.

Heart outline with script lettering on forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A single-needle style black outline of a heart frames the handwritten script words dents du bonheur, set in the centre of the forearm. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the ink appears dark and crisp against the skin. The tattoo sits centrally on a bare forearm, with a blue sleeve and dark background softly out of focus.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Heart Script Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Odile, the dandelions have got into the churchyard again, and Father Lenoir has given up pretending otherwise. I took the long way home from the bakery on purpose. Every stalk along the wall stood up yellow against the grey stone, as bright as the lamps in your mother's kitchen, and I thought of you, because you always said the name was the only honest thing in our village.

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You will remember what Madame Roux taught us at the schoolhouse, that dent-de-lion means lion's tooth, for the jagged leaf. Your mother laughed and said it was nonsense, that the flower was simply happiness with its teeth showing. I did not argue with her then. I have thought about it every spring since we were girls, and last week I finally understood she was right about the happiness, if not the teeth.

The post van has been late all month, so I am sending these by hand. Jean-Marc picked the seed heads from the sea wall at Port-Ballon this morning, where the wind is sharp enough to lay the grass flat. He filled the tin carefully, the way you used to fill your pockets with conkers, and I have wrapped it in your mother's old handkerchief.

Plant them on the south side of her grave, where the sun reaches before noon. Do not water them too much. They will come up whether anyone asks them to or not, which is more than I can say for the rest of us. When the first flowers open, bite the stem, taste the sharp milk, and then tell me the teeth were worth it. Your loving aunt, Hélène.