Two matching black script quote tattoos on the inner wrists, reading 'I am not afraid to keep on living' and 'I am not afraid to walk this world alone'.

Matching quote tattoos on inner wrists

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two inner wrists are shown side by side, each with a block of black script lettering. The left wrist reads 'I am not afraid to keep on living' and the right reads 'I am not afraid to walk this world alone', with the lines set in a slightly uneven, handwritten style. The ink is solid black on pale skin against a plain light background.

Lettering Forearm Quote Script Text Pair

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The roof of Harrowmere had fallen in the winter the well froze, so the two sisters, Ilse and Rhona, shared one dry room under the north wall and quarrelled over the last of the lamp oil. Ilse was the one who heard about the ship. A carter came up the valley road with salt and news: a captain at Dunmere wanted a steward who could count and did not frighten easily, and he would pay in silver, not promises.

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Rhona did not argue. She knelt by the cold hearth, took a stub of charcoal, and wrote on the inside of her sister's wrist the words their grandmother had cut above the castle well: I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Ilse, who could never sit still through a prayer, watched her face, then took the charcoal and wrote the other line on Rhona's wrist, slowly, the letters leaning the way their grandmother's did: I am not afraid to keep on living.

In the morning Ilse went down the road with the carter, and Rhona climbed the broken stair to the tower and sat where the view was widest. Spring came. Rain got into the nursery and the swallows took it over. Rhona mended what she could: a shutter, a gate hinge, the bell rope the crows kept pulling down.

A letter came up the road in autumn, carried by the same carter, in a hand that sloped like a sail. Ilse was counting cargo in Dunmere and had not once asked for the castle back. Rhona read it by the well, then rolled up her sleeve. The charcoal had worn off her wrist by midsummer, but she knew the words by heart, so she drew a bucket of water and went in to light the lamp.