Fine line black tattoo of the words i forgive you above an outlined plaster with a dotted pad, placed on the chest.

I forgive you lettering above a plaster on the chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a tattoo on pale skin showing the handwritten lowercase words i forgive you in black ink. Beneath the text is a simple outlined plaster with a central pad filled with small dots. The linework is thin and even, with no colour or shading, and the design sits centrally in the frame.

Fine line Lettering Chest Text Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pear tree had split down the middle in the night, and Mabel Orrin stood over the cracked trunk with a bucket still in her hand. Her brother Tom came out in his shirt and stared at it too. Neither of them said who had tied the swing to the lower limb that summer, though both knew it had been Tom.

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Their grandmother kept a tin on the top shelf of the scullery. Inside were bent safety pins, a twist of string, a cake of comfrey salve gone hard at the edges, and a strip of old sheet cut into squares. She pressed a square of linen into the salve, laid it across the wound in the bark, and bound it with string. 'Bark mends slower than skin,' she said, 'so you'll need to be patient with it, and with yourself.'

All that week Tom went out before breakfast to check the dressing. He carried water in a cracked saucer and sat with his back against the wall while the wind moved the leaves. Mabel watched him from the kitchen window and kept her opinions to herself, which was not like her. On the Friday he came in with his hands empty and asked for a pencil. He wrote two words on the back of a seed catalogue, pinned it to the trunk beneath the linen, and came in for his tea.

By October the bark had knitted into a pale ridge, thick as a thumb, and the pear came back with a handful of hard fruit. Mabel picked the first one and found the paper still there, soft as cloth, the ink run by rain. She didn't need to read it. She knew what it said, and she carried the pear in to their grandmother and set it on the table between them.