Black and white photo of a fine line script lettering tattoo of three words on the upper arm of a woman with long dark hair.

Script lettering on an upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows a close crop of a woman's upper arm, with her hand resting near the shoulder and her face mostly out of frame. The tattoo is three words in thin, flowing cursive script running diagonally across the arm. The black and grey monochrome photograph gives the linework a soft, even tone against the skin.

Fine line Lettering Upper arm Script Lettering Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fourth letter from the shipping office came on a Tuesday, and I put it under the clock with the others, where the brass case keeps the damp off. Your father would have read them all at the table with his spectacles on the end of his nose and said nothing, which was his way of saying a great deal. I have never been good at saying nothing, so I write to you instead, on the blue paper you left behind. The Maudslay is somewhere past the Azores by now, and the post will not catch you until Valparaíso.

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Mrs Fairbairn at the chapel says I should stop asking the sea to give him back. She means well. I told her I was not asking the sea for anything. I was asking the ship's company to write when they docked, and they have not, and the purser's office keeps sending the same printed sheet about cargo delays and the weather in the Bay.

You were nine when you asked why I wrote the same three words at the foot of every envelope, and I told you they were the only true thing I knew. Love, is, enough. You thought the comma was in the wrong place and drew a little tail on it with your pencil. I kept that card. It is propped against the teapot now, and the ink on your fat cursive has faded to the colour of weak tea.

I have decided the telegram will come on Friday. If it does, I will tell you everything in a letter of my own, starting with the price of coal and ending with the crocuses. If it does not, I will still post this one, care of the agents in Valparaíso, and let them argue over whether a mother's sentiment counts as cargo. Love is enough. I am writing it out properly this time, so you can see I did not cross out the comma.