Two stacked photos of an infinity symbol tattoo with script lettering, one in teal and blue and one in red and black, on skin.

Infinity symbol with script lettering on skin

Lettering · Mixed · Photo

The top photo shows an infinity symbol with teal and dark blue arcs, with black script wording reading My Daughters and My Friends along the loop. The lower photo shows the same design with reddish-brown arcs and black script reading My Mother and My Friend. Both are close, slightly angled crops on skin with the lettering sitting across the centre of the symbol.

Lettering Infinity Infinity symbol Script Mother Friend

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Edmund had ruled the loop three times before the ink would sit true, and now the abbess's messenger stood in the scriptorium doorway tapping her boot. "The tailor's cloth is for Thursday," she said. "Can it be done by Thursday?"

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He wiped the pen on his sleeve. The cloth lay across the bench, a length of undyed linen that the widow Agnes Coker had carried up the hill herself, folded small as a letter. She wanted the words sewn in below the hem, and she had been precise about the order. "Two lines," she had said, tapping the paper with a finger ground black by flax. "One for the girls, one for the friends. They go round together. Nobody gets to be first."

So he made the figure of eight with a single pull of the nib, the way his master had taught him, never lifting it from the page, and then he laid the lettering across the crossing. My Daughters on the upper curve, My Friends climbing the far side. Below, the lines for another woman's kin, which Agnes had murmured to him over the altar rail, though he had not asked. The hardest part was the join. A loop has no end to start from, and every word wanted to be the first he wrote. He tried a dozen ways before he understood that the trick was the ink itself. He let each word run into the next until the whole thing was one continuous stroke, and then he could not have said where it began.

On Thursday Agnes took the linen in both hands and turned it over, reading with her lips moving. "You've made it go on," she said, and he saw she was crying in the plain way of women who have buried husbands and not wept in front of anyone.