Black monoline drawing of the word Love in flowing script, with the letters forming part of a heart outline on a white background.

Love script inside a heart outline

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A black line drawing of the word Love written in a flowing script, with the letters forming part of a heart-shaped outline. The strokes are smooth, even and monoline, with a loop on the L and a rounded, open o. The design is shown on a plain white background with no shading or colour.

Lettering Love Heart Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit yourselves down and mind the coal, the lot of you, because this is the one about Nan Hetty and the window. Nobody in Ashgill tells it right, so I'll do it proper.

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Tom Ridley went down the Number Four shift on a Tuesday in February, and by two o'clock the whole village knew the roof had come in on the east face. Hetty had the kettle on and the kitchen full of steam, the way it always was when she was waiting. She didn't cry. She wiped a patch of the window clear with her sleeve, wrote a word on the glass with one finger, and then she went round it with a heart, a line that swung out and came back to meet itself at the bottom, the way a heart does when your hand is shaking and you don't care.

Tom came up at six, grey as the slag heap, with a cut over one eye and his lamp still lit in his fist. He walked round the back to the yard to hang it on its hook, and that's when he saw the glass. From out there the word ran the wrong way round, all backwards and sideways, and he stood in the frost squinting at it like a man reading a letter in another language. So he had to come inside to read it the right way.

Hetty never rubbed that mark off. The pit shut in the eighties, the houses got new windows, and the Ridleys moved to a flat in town with a view of a car park. But I've seen the glass myself, in the old kitchen before they knocked it through. Nobody needed the steam to see it by then. Right, who's for cocoa?