Close-up of a black serif lettering tattoo reading 'and to wonder what was going to happen next' across the upper chest near the collarbone.

Quote tattoo on the upper chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows a woman's upper chest and shoulder, with her face cropped out of frame. A two-line quote in a serif typeface sits just below the collarbone, with its letters in black and grey ink. The fine, even strokes sit against a soft outdoor background of greenery and a white top strap on the right.

Lettering Chest Quote Text Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The last poster still clung to the side of the big top, its paper bleached to the colour of weak tea, and Ada Marsh stood beneath it with the day's takings in a biscuit tin. Eleven pounds, four shillings. On Tuesday it had been twenty-six. The Halloran Brothers' Travelling Circus had outlasted two wars and a flood, but it had never outlasted a wet summer on the Kent coast, and everyone in the field knew it.

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Her father had painted the lions' cage himself in 1931 and had never once admitted the green was wrong. He sat on the caravan step now with his cap on his knee, reading the bank's letter the way other men read the racing results, hopefully and without expecting a winner. Well, he said, and that was all, because for him well covered everything from a broken axle to a bad night.

Ada walked to the ring. The sawdust smelled of rain that had not yet arrived. She thought about the trapeze rigging that needed restringing, the elephant that had gone lame in June, and the village boy who came every evening to watch the horses and never once asked for a ticket. Tomorrow they would drive to Margate and set up on the pier, if the council allowed it. Nobody could say whether anyone would come.

That night she climbed the ladder into the rigging alone, a torch clamped in her teeth and the tent breathing around her. From the top she could see the whole field, the dark hedge, and the lights of the town blinking at the edge of the sea. She had no idea what would happen next. Below, her father began to whistle a tune with no proper ending, and she let him keep going until the rain finally came.