Black and white photo of a forearm with fine line tattoos of a question mark, comma, full stop, exclamation mark and ellipsis, stacked vertically.

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Punctuation marks down a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A forearm shows six small punctuation marks tattooed in a vertical line: a question mark, a comma, a full stop, an exclamation mark and an ellipsis. The linework is thin and the ink is solid black, with the marks spaced evenly down the arm. The photograph is black and white, with a person in a denim shirt and a wrist accessory at the right edge and a dark background.

Fine line Forearm Punctuation

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The type cabinet swung with the swell, so I wedged my knee against the drawer of small sorts and set the question mark first, because Captain Harrow liked his notices to open with doubt. Eleven days out of Liverpool and the ship's news sheet was still the only thing aboard anybody read twice. Ada had taught me the marks in the back room of her father's printing works, one at a time, the way you'd teach a boy to tie a bowline.

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Every mark was a small sentence. The comma was a breath you took without stopping. The full stop was a door shutting. The exclamation mark was a man shouting from the rigging, which the captain disliked, so I used it only for the bosun's birthday. I spaced them down the composing stick the way Ada had spaced her letters to me, and I counted the lines against the bed of the press until my thumbs ached.

Her last letter had come aboard at Madeira, and it ended with three dots and nothing after them. I had read it on deck with the wind lifting the corners. She had written that her mother wanted her to marry the chemist, and that she would tell me the rest when I was home, if there was a rest to tell. I had carried that trailing silence in my coat for a fortnight, like a stone I kept checking was still there.

That night I set the sheet with the notices and the weather, and at the bottom I laid out the marks in the order they had come to me, the question first and the stop after it, and then, as the press creaked and the lamp guttered, I set the ellipsis. I did not know how her sentence ended. I only knew mine was not finished, and I stood in the swinging light until the ink dried, wondering which of us would have to write the next word.