Black cursive script tattoo reading Michael Jackson on the inside of a wrist, in a lettering style.

Michael Jackson script on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a wrist showing the words Michael Jackson in connected cursive script, with the first name above the surname. The linework is a single dark ink with even, solid lines and no shading. The skin is pale and the background is softly out of focus, with the tattoo sitting centrally across the frame.

Lettering Forearm Name Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ink in the Seabreeze guest register had dried grey by the time Edith Crouch noticed the signature was wrong. It was not the name that troubled her. Men came through Blackpool every August and wrote whatever came to them. It was the joins. The capitals looped back on themselves and the letters ran together like washing on a line in the wind, and her father had spent six winters at the kitchen table teaching her that a hand like that took years of practice, not one evening's whim.

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She went up to room nine with a jug of hot water she did not need. The guest was sitting on the bed with his boots off, a small brown case open at his feet and a pencil behind one ear. He was younger than his handwriting. He looked at the jug, then at the ink smudged on her cuff, and said nothing for so long that she began to think he was simply tired.

"You write very fine," she said at last. "My father used to say a name is the one thing a person can't lend out." He laughed, short and unhappy, took the pencil from his ear and wrote on the back of his palm, slowly, the way a child learns. Edith read it upside down. Then she took the pencil from him, wet the tip, and wrote her own name beneath his in the same looping hand, until the two of them looked as though they had been taught at the same table.

Downstairs, Mrs Pell asked why the register looked so tidy. Edith said she had only been correcting a spelling. In the morning the page was still there, the two names side by side, and neither of them had been crossed out.