Black lettering tattoo reading Because This Moment Simply Is in a serif typeface across the forearm.

Quote tattoo on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a forearm with the words Because This Moment Simply Is set in four lines of black serif lettering. The letters are solid and evenly weighted with clean edges, and the skin tone is warm against a dark, out-of-focus background. The text fills the centre of the frame, with the arm running diagonally.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The kettle had been on since four, and Ada Prothero was still fighting the bread dough when the second mate came down the companionway to say the swell had turned. Nobody aboard the Kestrel Maud liked to hear that. She had forty loaves proving on the rack, a pan of onions going slowly gold, and a list pinned to the bulkhead that ran to the end of the passage.

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Her old mentor, Tomasz, had scratched a line above the stove with a marker years before, back when the galley was still his: Because this moment simply is. Ada had taken it for the sort of thing men wrote when they wanted to stop being useful. She argued with him about it over a whole Atlantic crossing, and he only laughed and passed her the salt.

Then the ship dropped under them, the big pot slid across the range, and for a second everything hung in the air: the steam, the onions, her own hand reaching. She caught the handle. Not a drop went over. Afterwards she could not have said why she stood still with her palm on hot iron, listening to the rain on the skylight, but she did, and nothing on the list mattered for that long breath.

When the roll eased she pulled a scone from the tray, split it, and ate it standing up, still warm. Tomasz was right, damn him. The bread would prove or it wouldn't, and the swell would do as it liked, but the butter was soft and the galley smelt of onions and the wind was only wind. She wrote nothing on the list that night.