Two black and grey fine line script quote tattoos on the inner forearms of two people, placed side by side.

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Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms are pressed together in a black and white photograph, each carrying part of a script quotation in thin, delicate black linework. The lettering is flowing and cursive, with the two halves of the phrase set on separate arms. The plain light and dark background keeps the focus on the text and the soft tonal skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down by the stove, the kettle's only just gone off, and mind the cat. I'll tell you about the sign-painters of Canal Street, back when the gas lamps were still lit by a man with a pole and the whole of Ancoats smelled of coal smoke and wet brick.

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Edie Marsh painted letters for the gasworks and the dye houses, and she was the best hand on the water. Her sister Nell ran the chandlery across the bridge. They had not spoken since their mother's funeral, over a matter of a teapot. Nobody in the district thought either would give an inch, least of all Edie, who could hold a sable brush steadier than most men held a pint.

One wet November, the council let a hoarding on the far bank and Edie was hired to paint a phrase across it. Nell took the wall opposite for her own reasons. Neither knew the other had been asked. At midnight, by the light of two paraffin lamps, they each painted half. The first half on Edie's boards, in thin looping script: All that you are is. The second on Nell's, so that anyone walking the towpath had to stop in the middle of the bridge to read the whole of it: all that I ever need.

Come morning the paint was dry and the feud was over, though neither of them ever said so. Nell still swears the swashes on the second line were Edie's work, and Edie says the spacing was all her own. The boards are long gone, pulled down for the flats. But if you go down to the bridge after dark and stand where the two banks meet, you can still hear the old woman who painted them tell it both ways.