Two matching black fine line script tattoos spelling ohana on the forearms of two people, one on the inner arm and one on the lower forearm.

Matching ohana script tattoos on forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two people's arms are shown side by side, each with the word ohana written in a thin, joined black script. The linework is clean and even, with no shading, and the lettering is set on the inner forearm of each arm. The photograph is taken at close range against a plain indoor background, with the two tattoos placed similarly so they read as a matching pair.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Ohana Script Word Matching tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The road over Hollin Pass vanished under drifts on the first night, and by the second morning the Crook and Lantern had three guests, one temperamental boiler and a collie called Biscuit who had decided the stranger at the fire was his. Marnie kept the books for the widow who owned the place, so she knew the numbers. Two rooms let, one cold, and a cello case propped by the back door that belonged to a woman named Ines, who had driven up from Leeds to play at a christening and was now losing at cribbage to a dog's worth of patience.

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Ines had a habit of counting sugar lumps out loud. Marnie found it irritating until Mrs Penhallow, who had run the inn alone since her husband's lungs gave out, set down the teapot and said, "Ohana. My mother used to say it when the boats were late. It means nobody gets left out in the weather." Ines laughed, short and surprised, and Marnie realised she had been waiting all winter for someone to laugh like that in her hearing.

On the third morning the plough came grinding down the lane with its orange light turning over the hedges. Ines wrapped the cello in a blanket and Marnie carried her bag to the car. At the step they both stopped, because neither could find the right thing to say in a yard full of slush.

Ines pushed back her sleeve to show the ink she'd had done in Leeds the spring before, a single word in thin joined script. Marnie had the same word on her own arm, from a shop in Sheffield, in the same careful hand. They had not known each other a week. Now they stood with their forearms laid together like two people comparing bruises, the plough's horn sounding behind the hill, and Ines said, "Same family, then," and Marnie, for once, had nothing to count.