Black script lettering reading Always my mother Forever my friend, looped inside an infinity symbol on a forearm, in a lettering style.

Infinity script quote on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo is an infinity symbol drawn in black linework, with the words Always, my, mother, Forever and friend written in flowing script within and around its loops. The lines are smooth and even with consistent weight, and the ink is solid black with no shading or colour. The photograph is a close, slightly angled view of the forearm, with the tattoo filling most of the frame against a plain skin background.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Infinity Script Quote Lettering Always Forever Mother Friend

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Edie had the brush loaded with lamp black when the old woman came in out of the rain, shaking her umbrella onto the floorboards of the shop on Tallow Lane. She wanted words for the stern board of a fishing coble, the kind of lettering that gets read by gulls and bored harbourmasters. She had written them on a scrap of brown paper in a hand that leaned hard to the right: Always, my mother, Forever my friend. Edie told her it would read badly in a straight line, so the woman said to bend it round, the way the almanac drew the sign for endless days.

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So Edie drew the loop first, a long figure of eight in one unbroken stroke, and then fitted the words into it like cargo into a hold. Always went up the left-hand curve. Mother rose over the top and came back down to meet my. Forever ran along the bottom and Friend curled home at the right, so that a person could start anywhere and be led round again. It took the whole of a wet Thursday. When she held the finished board to the window, the ink was so even that she could not find the place where she had lifted the brush.

The woman paid in coppers and a folded five-pound note that smelled of peppermint, and said the boat was called Patience and would be lowered on Monday. She never came back to see it fixed. Edie heard afterwards that the coble went out with the tide on Tuesday and was seen off the point with its name turned to the sea. Edie still keeps the brown paper in her apron pocket. Some mornings she traces the loop with a clean finger, trying to decide which word the old woman meant to read first, and most mornings she decides it does not matter.