Black lettering tattoo reading NORMAL: PEOPLE SCARE ME across a forearm, set against a blurred green outdoor background.

Quote lettering on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close view of a forearm with a single line of black uppercase lettering reading NORMAL: PEOPLE SCARE ME. The letterforms are a clean, blocky sans serif with solid black ink and no shading. The background is softly out of focus, showing a tree trunk and green foliage, and the arm is lit by dappled sunlight.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The relief boat came over the swell on the third Tuesday of March, and I watched it from the gallery with the glass to my eye, counting heads the way other men count pints. Four passengers. A man from the Board with a clipboard, a woman with a cat in a basket, and two young men arguing about a football result that had been over for a week. I went down to the landing with my hands in my pockets and told them the rope was fraying, which it was, and that the stairs were a hundred and twelve, which they were not.

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Mrs Pell from the mainland office had written to me in January asking whether I was 'comfortable with company'. I had replied that I was comfortable with the lamp, the gulls and the tide tables, and that company was a matter of logistics. She had underlined logistics. Now the cat was looking at me the way the gulls did, as if I were a particularly dull piece of furniture.

The man from the Board wanted to know about the damp in the store room. I wanted them all off the rock by four. Over supper, the woman, whose name was Ilse and who had clearly been told the same things about me, asked why I kept the brass polished when nobody came to look at it. I said polishing gave my hands something to disagree with. She laughed, which I had not planned for.

That night I climbed to the lamp room and found someone had chalked a line on the iron door in capitals, square and plain: NORMAL: PEOPLE SCARE ME. It was not my handwriting. Ilse was asleep below with the cat on her feet. I left it there until morning, and when the boat came back I was standing at the rail, and for once I did not count the heads.