Two black script lettering tattoos on the upper arms, one beginning Remind me and the other reading When everything else is gone.

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Lettering · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

Two upper arms are pressed together, each showing a line of black calligraphic script lettering. The upper line has looping, flourished capitals and some softer grey shading, while the lower line uses bolder strokes with a sharp flourish. The close photograph is taken against a pale background and the ink is black and grey only.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow closed the Hollin road for nine days, and on the third evening two women came up the inn steps arm in arm, shaking flakes from their shawls. Mistress Ada Penhale and her husband's sister, Judith, asked for one room and paid in good Scots silver before the fire had caught. The landlord's boy, Tam, carried up their pails of hot water and noticed they never once let go of each other's sleeves, not even to take a cup.

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Each night, once the candles were low, Judith knelt at the frosted window and wrote with a cinder from the hearth. Her capitals swung out like rope loops, and the words were always the same: remind me that we'll always have each other. Ada would read them aloud in her flat voice and then go to sleep without comment. Tam asked his mother what it meant. "It means she's afraid of forgetting," his mother said, and banged the pot down harder than she needed to.

On the ninth morning the thaw came hard and the road stood open in a grey sheet of meltwater. Tam went up to fetch the sheets and found the bed made and the room cold. Judith had gone out before dawn, alone, toward the pass, where a drover had reported a light. Beneath the first line, in bolder strokes with a sharp flourish at the end, she had written the rest: when everything else is gone.

Tam stood there until his breath fogged the words and blurred them. Then he rubbed the cinder away with his sleeve, and the first line came back faintly through the wet, as if the glass had kept it for him. He went down and told his mother the road was open, and that somebody had gone up it without a lantern.