Black script lettering reading I, a red outlined heart and Jesus on a pink background, shown as a fine line tattoo design with no body placement.

I heart Jesus script lettering design

Lettering · Mixed · Flash

The design shows the word I followed by an outlined red heart and the word Jesus, all in thin handwritten script linework. The black lettering is set against a flat pink background with the text arranged left to right across the centre of the frame. The composition is simple and clean, with the red heart as the only colour accent.

Lettering Heart Script Lettering Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down on that crate and mind the tin of turpentine, because I'm going to tell you about the card Hollis Vane lettered for the grocer's window in Little Dunmere the spring the coal lorries stopped running. He was the town's sign-writer, with a hand so steady he could letter a hymn board without a chalk line. Everybody knew his work on the bakery, the chemist and the gold arch over the Methodist hall.

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The order came from Winnie Tapp, who worked the till and had a tongue like a bread knife. She wanted something to point at when customers grumbled about the price of lard. 'Put I heart Jesus,' she said, 'and put the heart in red, so the vicar can't say I've been showing off.' Hollis laughed, but he took the job. He spent three evenings on a sheet of pale card with a fine pen and the last pot of red lake he'd been saving for a lighthouse commission that never came.

The lettering was nothing like the bold gilt capitals on the chapel boards. It ran quick and joined up, the way his mother wrote shopping lists, the I leaning like a man walking into wind, the heart drawn in one loop with the red thinning where he lifted the brush. When he hung it, the morning sun came through the glass and turned the card faintly pink, and Winnie stood on the pavement with her hand over her mouth.

She never did read it out to the customers. She just folded her arms by the window and let it speak for itself. The card stayed up thirty years, until the paper went the colour of weak tea and the red faded to rust. If you ever pass that shop, look closely at the last of it: the heart is still a heart, and the word is still plain enough to read.