Two people wearing black and lace bras show matching fine line script tattoos on their ribs, one reading to infinity and the other and beyond.

Matching script tattoos on two people's ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

Two people stand side by side in close crop, with their faces out of frame. Each has a thin, black script phrase on the ribs below the bust, one reading "to infinity" and the other "and beyond". The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the photo is in natural colour with the skin tones and black clothing kept neutral.

Fine line Lettering Ribs Script Quote Infinity Couple Matching

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The telegraph line between Scarborough and Whitby ran eleven miles along the cliff tops, and for three winters the only voice on it after nine at night was Edith Pryor's. She sat in the Scarborough office with a tin of ginger biscuits and a paraffin lamp that smoked whenever the sea wind found the door. Her opposite number at Whitby was a clerk called Joseph Leng, who ended every message with the same tapped-out phrase, slowly, so she could copy it down. To infinity, he would send, and she thought it showy, so on the first night she sent back and beyond just to have the last word. After that it became the way they closed the wire.

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In October the company wrote to say the line would come down in the spring, once the new cable was laid across the moors. Edith read the letter twice and pinned it beside the timetable. That night Joseph sent his usual sign-off, and she did not answer straight away. Instead she asked him how many poles stood between their two offices. He counted them by lamplight, mistakes and all, and came back with forty-one.

They kept the ritual through the winter, sending the weather, the names of boats in harbour and the price of coal, and every night the closing words went out and came back. In March the crew came up the headland with their saws and their cart. Edith walked the line the morning after, following the poles down the cliff path, and at the last one, above Robin Hood's Bay, she laid her palm flat on the cold wood. There was no hum in it at all. She said the two words aloud anyway, to nobody, and the wind carried them out over the grey water.