Black and grey photograph of the words LIKE A LADY tattooed in block lettering across the top of a finger, with dark painted nails on the hand.

Like a Lady lettering across fingers

Lettering · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

A close black and white photograph of two hands, with the words LIKE A LADY tattooed in capital block letters across the top of one finger. The lettering is set in a slightly uneven, hand-drawn sans serif with solid black ink and soft edges. The tight crop keeps the fingers in sharp focus while the background falls into soft blur.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Bea, I am writing this on the bonnet of Dad's estate car in a lay-by forty miles short of Tonopah, because the signal here comes and goes like a bad conscience. Gran's rule was that whatever happened, you left a room like a lady. She said it at Auntie Joan's funeral, at the bank when they took the house, and once to the vicar, who had asked her to leave the church raffle. I used to think it was about manners. Now I think it was about keeping your back straight while everybody watched you fall.

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Yesterday at the motel in Goldfield, Ray behind the desk said I'd been short-changed on the room, and I told him so, loudly, in front of the vending machine and two men in matching jackets. Then I did not leave like a lady. I left like weather, shoving the glass door so hard the sign rattled. Ray shouted something about my deposit. I didn't turn round.

The road out of there is so straight you start to believe it has no end. A pickup slowed beside me, and a woman with silver plaits leaned across to ask if I was lost. I said I was not, which was the first true thing I'd said since Reno. She laughed, said good for you, love, and drove on before I could thank her properly.

I wrote the phrase across the back of my hand in biro so I'd have it in front of me on the wheel. By the time I reached the junction it had smudged into a grey smear over my knuckles, and I found I didn't mind. Love, Lou.