Black ink infinity symbol with handwritten script reading you'll be with me wherever I go, tattooed on the inner forearm.

Infinity symbol with quote on forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo is an infinity symbol with handwritten script that runs across the loops and reads "you'll be with me wherever I go". The infinity line is black with some variation in weight, and the lettering is thin and cursive with no shading. The arm is photographed up close against a textured blue and grey fabric.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Infinity Quote Script Handwriting Infinity symbol

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom, the runner beans have gone mad this year, climbing the trellis faster than Dad can tie them back, so I've left them to it and come in to write while the kettle thinks about it. You asked in your last letter whether the apple tree by the wall still bears, and it does, though the wasps have had the windfalls and the robin has taken to sitting on the spade.

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Mum wouldn't let me plant the lavender where you wanted it. She said it would sulk in the wet corner, and she was right, so it's by the gate instead, where the bees found it before I did. I dug up the old path yesterday to reset the bricks, and under the moss I found a button from your navy coat, the one with the anchor. I've put it in the tin on the windowsill with the seed packets, which seemed the right place for it.

The letter from the hospital came on Tuesday. I won't go into it here. I read it twice in the potting shed and then I weeded the bed by the wall until my knees gave out, because that is what Mum would have done, and I suppose it is what I do now.

I've started writing your line on the back of the shed door in pencil, the one you used to say was a promise and not a sentiment. You'll be with me wherever I go. I traced the loop of it in the dust this morning, a figure eight lying on its side, and I thought of the hose we ran round the beds that summer, never quite finding where it started. Come home when you can. The beans will keep. Love, Nell.