Two feet on a tiled floor, each with black script lettering reading "Always in my heart" along the top of the foot.

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Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two bare feet rest on a tiled floor, and each carries the same black script phrase, "Always in my heart...", written along the top of the foot. The lettering is thin, with fine, even linework and solid black ink. The front foot has red painted toenails, and the back foot is partly covered by a denim jean cuff. The warm, slightly saturated photo is taken from above at a close angle, with the two tattoos clearly visible.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Marta had carried the tin of letters across the river bridge every second Thursday for eleven years, and the guard at the Osowa crossing had long since stopped asking what was inside. Tonight the rain came sideways off the water and the lamp above the barrier buzzed like a trapped wasp. She set the tin on the counter and pushed it toward the officer, a thin man named Dobry who kept his cap on indoors.

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"Personal correspondence," she said. "Nothing to declare."

He turned the tin over, opened it, and lifted the top envelope. The handwriting was slanted and careful, the ink faded to the colour of weak tea. Each letter ended the same way, two lines of looping script, and each was signed with the same four words, underlined twice. He read them under his breath, slowly, the way people read things they did not expect to like. Always in my heart.

"My grandmother wrote them," Marta said. "To my grandfather, on the other side. He went over in 1961 with a spade and a promise, and she stayed to mind the goats. They wrote every fortnight until the post stopped, and then she sent them to me to hold until the bridge opened properly."

Dobry was quiet for a while. He reached for the stamp pad, paused, and set the stamp down without pressing it. "Forty years of Thursdays," he said. "I have searched men with less in their pockets and found more trouble." He handed her back the tin and took a pencil from behind his ear. On the lid, beside the faded crest, he made a small tick and wrote the date. "Passed," he said. "Go on before the rain gets in."

She ran for the bridge with the tin pressed to her chest, the four words still warm in her head, and did not look back at the lamp.