Fine line script tattoo reading I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, with a trail of footprints, across the upper back.

Quote script and footprints across upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a tattoo on the upper back, showing the words I solemnly swear that I am up to no good in cursive script, set in two lines. A trail of footprints runs above and between the lines. The linework is thin and even, in a single dark ink with no shading or added colour, and the lettering sits diagonally across the skin beside the shoulder blade.

Fine line Lettering Back Quote Script Footprint Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The whitewash was still tacky when Dennis pressed the last boot print into the kerb outside the Co-op, and I had to hold the tin steady while he swore under his breath that he would never do another thing without a plan. We had cut the soles from his father's old Wellingtons, dipped them in paint and walked backwards up Chapel Lane, stamping as neatly as two thieves in a picture book.

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We had planned the words for a week. I wanted something grand, something from the Latin mistress's reader, but Dennis said plain was funnier, so we wrote them in soap across the bakery window where Mrs Haddon would see them first thing: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Underneath, in smaller letters, he added a footprint of his own, which was a mistake, because a footprint is a signature.

Dawn came grey over the market square. By seven the whole of Wenlow had stopped to look at the trail, and the trail ended, very politely, at the step of the police house, where Constable Pargeter stood in his shirtsleeves with a cup of tea going cold in his hand.

He read the window twice. Then he looked down at our paint-caked boots, then at me, and said nothing for a long time. At last he set down his cup, took a brush from the shed and held it out handle first. "Right," he said. "The other side of the lane before the bus comes. Mind the lettering."