Fine line black script tattoo of the word Mother inside an open heart outline with swirls and small heart shapes, on skin.

Script heart tattoo with the word Mother

Fine line · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A black fine line tattoo forms a large open heart made of flowing script, with the word Mother running down the right side and a partly visible word on the left. Two small outlined hearts and curled swirls sit inside and along the edges of the heart. The linework is clean and uniform, with light grey shading in some of the swirls, and the photo is taken straight on against a plain skin background.

Fine line Lettering Other Heart Script Mother Swirl Scroll

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lamp's giving out and the sea never lets a tale finish without a draught. You want the one about Jem Hadley and the letters? Right then.

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Every fortnight the post boat came out to the Lady Morwen off Valparaiso, and every fortnight there was a letter from Bess Hadley in Falmouth, and every letter was written the same way. She ran her words into each other, the capitals swinging out like the arms of a bell rope, the tails of her y's curling back on themselves until the page looked like weather. Jem read them on the forecastle with his cap in his lap, and the men teased him for crying over handwriting. He let them. He said the ink was the only thing aboard that didn't smell of tar.

In the eleventh month a letter came with no swirls at all. The lines were straight and pressed hard, the way a person writes when their hand won't keep still. Jem read it three times. Then he took the bosun's needle and a pot of soot and went below to where the lantern burned brightest, and he began copying her hand onto his own forearm, one loop at a time, because if she couldn't write it true, he would carry it for her.

Bess wasn't dead. She'd only been poorly, and was mending, as the next letter said, in a hand that finally curled again. Jem showed the swollen, pricked words to the cook, who laughed until he had to sit down. Then he stopped laughing and said it was the finest thing he'd ever seen a boy do with a needle.

Ask me what the little hearts were for. Jem said the two small ones were for the letters that had come, and the big one was for the one that had nearly not.