Two bare feet show matching black fine line script lettering on the ankles, reading Sorellina Per Sempre and Sorella per sempre.

Matching sister script tattoos on two ankles

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

Two bare feet rest on a concrete step, each with a black script inscription on the ankle, reading Sorellina Per Sempre on the left foot and Sorella per sempre on the right. The linework is thin and even, with solid black ink and no shading. The image is in full colour, with pink toenail polish as the only other strong colour against the skin and grey concrete.

Fine line Lettering Ankle Script Lettering Sister Forever

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ferry from Calletta came in twice a day, and Rosa Ferrante counted both arrivals from the window of her aunt's boarding house, a habit she had not yet learned to break. Her little sister Teresina had gone down to the harbour wall that morning with a bucket and no intention of coming back for lunch.

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The aunt, Zia Lucia, said the sea took children who wandered, and that was the whole of the tale she told at supper, the one about the fisherman's girl who followed a silver boat past the breakwater and was never seen again. Rosa had heard it so many times she could recite it, but she did not believe a word. She said so, and the aunt only shrugged and served the beans.

Teresina came back at dusk with salt in her hair and a mackerel in the bucket, having ridden the slipway boat to the far rock and back on a borrowed oar. She was not frightened and she was not sorry. Rosa took her by the wrist and pulled her to the back step, where the cement was still warm, and scratched into it with a hairpin: Sorella per sempre. Teresina corrected the spelling of the second word with one finger, then scratched Sorellina beneath it, because she was smaller and wanted that known.

In the morning the tide had taken both lines, as it always did, and the girls went down early to cut them again. Zia Lucia stood on the step with her coffee and watched them argue over the hairpin, and for once she did not tell them about the silver boat.