Black and grey typewriter-style lettering reading imagine on the upper back near the shoulder blade, photographed from behind.

Imagine lettering on upper back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A photograph from behind shows a person with shoulder-length hair, with the word imagine tattooed on the upper back near the shoulder blade. The lettering is set in a serif typewriter-style font in solid black ink with fine, even edges. The image is black and white with soft natural light and a plain, pale background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit still, our Ellen, and mind the fire, because this is the one about Mr Hollis and his black Remington. He kept it under a dust sheet in the back room of the old Co-op in Garthside, because the pit had shut that spring and nobody in the village had any use for a typewriter except to fill in council forms that asked the same question twice.

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Then one wet Thursday Agnes Rudd came in with her coat buttoned to the chin and an envelope with nothing inside it. Her boy had gone out to Canada on the boat with two pound in his pocket and a promise to write. Three months and not a word. She set the empty envelope on the counter and said, Mr Hollis, I want to tell him we're managing. I want to tell him the kettle's on and the back door's painted and the allotment's giving leeks. Can you type that?

He said he could type anything, but could she tell him what the first word ought to be. She thought about it for a long while, the way they do up here, with her thumb pressed along the edge of the counter. Then she said, imagine. Imagine him coming up the Row on a Sunday with his hands in his pockets and his cap on the back of his head. Hollis wound the paper in, set the carriage, and struck the keys one by one, so the word sat on the page in plain black type, small and neat and certain.

She read it twice, folded it into her apron pocket, and walked home without buttoning her coat. Hollis said the machine never did sound so pleased with itself again, and that the letter went off on the Friday post with the leeks still in it somewhere, if you knew where to look.