Black and grey lettering tattoos reading LOVE HER and I LOVE HIM across two fingers in a lettering style, with a small motif above the first word, photographed on a wooden surface.

Love her and love him finger lettering

Lettering · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two fingers carry tattooed words: LOVE HER in blocky, traditional-style capitals on one finger, and I LOVE HIM in a flowing script on the other, with a stylised I at the start. The lines are solid black ink with no shading, and a small motif is partly visible above the first word. The black and white photograph is taken close up at an angle over a wooden surface, with the fingers filling most of the frame.

Lettering Traditional Hand Love Lettering Word Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mabel Quarrie had painted the names on every boat in Wexholm harbour for thirty-one years, and she had never once misspelled one. Her left hand did the blocky capitals her father taught her, square and honest enough to read from the quay in fog. Her right did the script, all loops and tails, which she said belonged to letters written by people who meant them.

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The autumn the Dunmere boy came to the shed with a bet he could not win, she was halfway through the name of a lifeboat. He had lost a wager with his brother about who would marry first, and the loser had to have the words inked somewhere they could not be hidden. He wanted them done with a needle, not a brush, and he wanted them on his own fingers. Mabel laughed at him until she saw he was serious, then sat him down under the lamp and said she would do it only if she chose the letters.

She gave the plain capitals to one finger and the flowing hand to the other, and she made the stroke of the I so tall it looked like a mast. 'One of you says it loud,' she told him, 'and the other says it soft. Nobody argues about which is true when both are on the same hand.' He stayed quiet while the needle buzzed. Then he asked whether it would fade, and she said ink lasts longer than most promises, which was not an answer, and they both knew it.

Mabel never learned who had won the wager, but that winter the Dunmere boat came in with its name painted across the bow in both her hands, and nobody on the quay could tell which had written which.