Two script word tattoos, Run on the left ankle and Fast on the right, in black ink with red canvas sneakers and rolled khaki trousers.

Run and Fast script ankle tattoos

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

Two matching ankle tattoos of the words Run and Fast are shown in flowing script lettering, one on each leg. The linework is dark and smooth, with some grey shading giving the letters depth against the skin. The warm red sneakers and khaki trousers sit around the ankles on a wooden floor, and the words are placed symmetrically.

Lettering Ankle Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The chalk on the wall of the Hallam Cross schoolyard said RUN in capitals a foot high, and somebody had added FAST underneath in a looser hand that you recognised as Dora Pike's. Nobody in Hallam Cross had ever told you to do anything twice, so when the postmaster's boy read it aloud on Thursday morning, you took it personally and went straight out to the lane before breakfast.

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The lane ran past the gasworks and the stubble of the Leigh farm, a mile of cinder that the frost kept hard until noon. You counted the telegraph poles, then the gates, then the crows lifting off the hedge one after another like someone was turning pages. Your mother's voice followed you as far as the cattle grid, asking whether you had eaten, and you did not answer because answering would have meant slowing down.

By the third week the whole village had an opinion. Mr Gedge timed you with his pocket watch from the bench outside the Crown and shouted numbers that got smaller each morning. Dora stopped chalking on the wall and started waiting at the gate with a flask of cold tea, which she handed over without a word, as though the two of you had already agreed on the terms.

On the last Thursday of the summer the lane was wet and the cinders had gone black. Halfway to the gasworks your breath tore and you nearly stopped, but the words came back to you the way Dora had written them, loose and leaning forward, and you let them carry you the last quarter mile. Gedge was holding his watch up when you reached the gate. He did not read the number out. He just looked at Dora, and she laughed, and the chalk on the wall behind her had been washed clean by the rain overnight.