Black ornate script lettering tattooed on the inner forearm near the wrist of a woman with long blonde hair, in a Lettering style.

Ornate script lettering on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a woman holding up her inner forearm near the wrist, with a tattoo of looping, ornate script letters in black ink. The strokes vary in thickness, with curled flourishes and swashes, and the lettering is shown in sharp focus against the skin. The background shows loose blonde hair, a dark top and a hand wearing rings, with warm tones across the image.

Lettering Forearm Script Letter Flourish Wrist tattoo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last letter on the Gull Mary was the one Hester could never get to sit straight, so she left the swash until the paint was nearly dry and then let it run where the planks met the stem. Tom Quick stood on the slip with his hands in his oilskin pockets and watched her work the brush the way other men watched the weather.

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"It's only a name," he said. "Plain will do."

"Plain sinks in the weather," she said. "Your mother wanted curls. I'm giving her curls." He didn't argue. His mother had been dead eleven winters, and the old transom had gone grey and cracked like the back of a hand left too long in salt water.

Hester had learned her strokes from a man in Penzance who taught with a quill and a sour temper. He had told her that a loop should look as if it were made in one breath, even when it took an hour to make. So she had practised on slate and on the backs of tide tables, fat capitals and then thin, the joins hidden where a reader's eye would not think to look.

On the morning the boat went out, the light lay flat across the harbour and caught the gold leaf she had laid into the swashes. Tom lifted one hand from the tiller. The name read clear from the quay, every curl of it, and the final flourish ran off the transom and into the wake, as though the sea had been meant to finish the sentence.