Fine line black tattoo of a cross with the word Redeemed written in script along its upright, on the inner forearm.

Redeemed script and cross on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink tattoo of a Latin style cross on the inner forearm, with the word Redeemed in cursive script running vertically along the upright beam. The linework is thin and even, and the script has soft shading where the strokes meet. The skin tone is pale and the background is dark, so the tattoo stands out clearly in the centre of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Cross Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frost had held the beck in a grey lid for six days, and the ewes were still breaking the ice with their hooves when Walter Garside came up the lane with the letter inside his coat. Ruth heard the gate before she saw him. The way it swung shut, too hard, told her the news was bad.

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Bad was the bank's word, and it came with a number. Two hundred and forty pounds against the top farm, the Whitfield pasture put up as surety, and a date in March. Walter laid the paper on the kitchen table beside the cold teapot and sat with his cap in his lap. Through the window the tin roof of the lambing shed ticked as the temperature fell, and somewhere down the valley a dog barked at nothing.

Ruth did not read the letter twice. She opened the dresser drawer where the tally sticks were kept and took out the oak board her grandfather had cut the year they put the cross over the barn door. The lettering had faded to the colour of weak tea. REDEEMED, it said, running down the upright in his careful hand, a word he had carved after the first mortgage was cleared in 1911. She set it on the table between them.

Walter looked at it for a long time. Then he took the pen from behind the clock, dipped it, and wrote the full sum under the bank's figures, slowly, the way he wrote everything. Ruth watched the ink soak into the paper. "Not yet," she said. "We sell the Whitfield ewes at Carlisle first." He nodded, and for the first time that week he got up and filled the kettle.