Black script lettering tattoos on the tops of two feet, reading Her Daughter and Her Mother.

Her Mother and Her Daughter script on feet

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two feet are shown side by side, each with a single line of black script lettering on the upper foot. The foot on the right reads Her Daughter near the ankle, and the foot on the left reads Her Mother lower down. The lettering is smooth and fine, shown in a neutral light against bare skin, with a thin metal anklet visible on the right ankle.

Lettering Other Feet Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sign outside the Coyote Wells fuel stop had been leaning since the spring storms, and the woman who pulled in at six that Tuesday asked me three times whether anyone had seen a green Corolla go through. I ran the till there, which meant I knew every car on that stretch of Route 62, and I knew that one had passed at first light with its windows down and nobody at the wheel who looked ready to stop.

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Her name was Ruth Abernathy, and she had driven up from Tucson with a list of places her daughter might be pretending to head for. Barstow. The Starlite motel. A diner in Needles with a jukebox that only played one side of anything. She had a pen and the back of a gas receipt, and while she talked she kept writing the same two words in a loopy, careful hand, Her Mother, then crossing them out and writing them again, as if the phrase were a debt she could not stop paying down.

I told her about the girl who had come in the week before, sunburnt, buying cigarettes she did not smoke and asking for a pen. She had scribbled something on the notepad by the register and torn it off before she left. I still had it in the drawer under the cash tray. It said only Her Daughter, in that same looping script, and a phone number with the last digit smudged where a thumb had pressed too hard.

Ruth took the slip and held it the way you hold something hot. She did not cry. She folded it once and tucked it into her purse beside the receipt, then asked me to dial the number on the store phone. When a voice answered at the far end, Ruth said nothing for a long moment. Then she said, quite softly, Where are you, love? I've got the car running.