Black fine line script tattoo on the inner wrist reading Live by the sun above Love by the moon, with a horizontal arrow under each line.

Live by the sun and love by the moon wrist script

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a wrist with two lines of cursive script, Live by the sun and Love by the moon, each sitting on a thin horizontal arrow. The linework is fine and even, and the ink is solid black with no shading or colour. The text fills the centre of the frame against a soft, plain background.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Arrow Sun Moon Quote Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lift in Halewood Court had been dead since Easter, so Nan's notes went up the stairs with the post. She pinned them to the inside of our door in biro, always on the back of the bin collection calendar, and by the time I was fourteen I could tell from the paper which of us she was writing to.

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My cousin Shauna did lates at the bakery on Ferris Road and slept through the afternoons with a tea towel over her eyes. I did the early shift at the laundrette, so our paths only crossed on the landing at seven, when she was coming in and I was going out, both of us grey with tiredness and smelling of different things, bread and bleach.

One Tuesday the calendar said Live by the sun in Nan's wobbly capitals, with two arrows drawn under it pointing in opposite directions. Underneath, smaller, Love by the moon for Shauna. I stood there reading it with my keys in my fist. Nan had been dead five weeks. Her handwriting had kept coming anyway, because the calendar was still on its nail and nobody had the heart to take it down.

Shauna came up the stairs at ten past seven with flour on her cheek. I held the calendar out. She read it twice, then laughed the short way she laughed at funerals, and said Nan always did reckon the moon was the one that kept you up. We stood on the landing until the pale light came through the stairwell window, and neither of us went to bed.