Black lettering tattoo reading she believed she could so she did, set in a typewriter-style font along the side of the ribs.

Quote lettering along the ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black ink quote on the left side of a person's ribcage, with the words she believed she could so she did set on separate lines in a typewriter-style font. The lettering is solid black with clean edges and even spacing, and a dark strap of clothing and a dark tattoo are partly visible at the top of the frame. The composition is tightly cropped on the torso against a plain light background.

Lettering Ribs Quote Text Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Wren was the youngest of nine at the mill-edge of Hollin, and the only one who could not cross Starling Wood without crying. The path ran under the oaks for a mile before it came out at the far stile, and every child in the village had a story about what walked it after dark. Ada had her own story too, which was that she would not go.

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Her father owned a black typewriter from the post office at Ashby, with a little bell on the carriage, and he let her strike the keys on Sundays. One Sunday she typed out a card with one finger, slowly, checking each letter against the bar: she believed she could so she did. She pinned it to the inside of her coat and forgot about it.

On the first frost of October the miller's boy ran in shouting that the flour was short and the baker's wife had sent word from the far side of the wood. Her brothers were all up at the wheel. Ada took the lantern, pressed the card flat against her ribs under her shift, and walked. The oaks leaned in. Something kept pace with her off the path for a long while, breathing like a bellows, and at every stile she said the words under her breath until it gave up and went back among the trees.

She came out at the baker's door with two sacks on her back and the lantern still burning. The baker's wife asked how she had managed it. Ada said she had only needed to write it down first, and went home through the wood in the morning light without once looking behind her.