Fine line black tattoo of an outlined heart with the word love inside and little sister written along its lower right edge, on the top of a foot.

Heart with love and little sister script on foot

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A black outline heart contains the word love in thin cursive script, and the words little sister follow the lower curve and right edge of the heart. The linework is even and unshaded, with no fill or shading inside the outline. The tattoo sits in the centre of the frame on bare skin, against a turquoise pool float in the background.

Fine line Lettering Other Heart Love Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mags had the tiller on the bend below Thornley lock when the letter came off the towpath in a boy's cap. He was eleven and out of breath, and he would not hand it over until she promised to read it aloud, which she did not think was how letters worked, but she promised anyway.

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It was from Ivy, her little sister, who had gone south two winters back to train as a seamstress and had not written since the spring. The paper smelled of somebody else's kitchen. Mags read the first line twice, then sat down on the hatch with the cap in her lap. Ivy had drawn a heart at the top, a plain black loop, and inside it she had written the word love in a hand so thin it looked like cotton thread. Beneath that, curling round the lower edge and down the right side, ran the words little sister, as if she had run out of room and decided the edges would do.

Mags knew that hand. She had taught it to her on this same boat, with a slate, a cold stove and a rule about keeping the loops even. She folded the letter small, tucked it into her apron and went to find the boy his penny. On the way back she stopped at the water and tied off the mooring rope with a knot Ivy would have known, so the boat would wait for her a while longer.

That evening she lit the stove, took the slate down from its hook and wrote a single line under the lamp: the bend is still there, and so am I.