Flash sheet of flowing script lettering designs in dark brown ink on white, including the words Thanks, Respeto, Skate, Ardon, La Raza, Madre and Vegas.

Script lettering flash sheet

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of seven script lettering designs stacked down the page, with the words Thanks, Respeto, Skate, Ardon, La Raza, Madre and Vegas. The letters use long, looping strokes with thick and thin contrast, and several words have fine swashes and flourishes. Everything is drawn in dark brown ink on a plain white background, with no shading or colour.

Lettering Script Lettering Flourish Swash

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit, the nine-forty is late again, and I have nothing but this cold tea and time. You want the story of the sheet with the seven words, all swinging about like washing on a line? Pass me that pencil from behind your ear. Right. Listen.

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It was 1962, and Ines Varga painted every board on this platform by hand, with a brush she kept wrapped in a handkerchief in her apron. Her son Tomas was nineteen and mad for anything with wheels. He had a pair of roller skates tied together by their laces and a dog called Vegas who would not get on a train without being lifted. Each night after the last cart had gone, Ines sat under the lamp and wrote out words on a sheet of cartridge paper, one after another, the way other women knit. Thanks for the tickets. Respeto for the men who mended the line in the frost. Ardon, which means pardon, for the things she said at supper. La Raza, because she would not let him forget where he came from. And Madre, drawn last and biggest, with a tail on the M that went on for an inch.

He took the sheet in his coat when he boarded. Fifteen years passed before anyone on this platform saw him again, and when he stepped off the train he had a wife, a grey suit and no dog. He walked straight past the boards to the lamp. Ines was too old by then to hold a brush, so she sat beside him and pointed at the word Vegas, and he laughed until he had to sit down on the bench.

There, that's all of it. The train's coming now, can you hear the rails singing? Mind the yellow line. Those loops of hers catch the light the same way the wires do, don't they? Go on, you'll miss it.