Close-up of a script lettering tattoo reading Concurs All on skin, with black outlines, red fill and grey shading behind the letters.

Script lettering reading Concurs All

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A close-up of script lettering on skin, with the partly visible word Love above the larger words Concurs and All. The letters have black outlines with red fill and soft grey shading behind them, giving them some depth. The lettering fills most of the frame, with fabric and fingers visible at the top edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pym had painted the sign herself the summer her husband went under the pier, and she was particular about lettering. Every letter had to lean the same way, like people walking into a wind. So when Aggie Doyle came down to the Marlow Street kitchen with a tin of red enamel and asked for a sheet of card, Mrs Pym gave her the good card and watched her hands.

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Aggie had been a signwriter's girl in Ramsgate before the war, and she still carried her brushes in a roll tied with twine. She wanted something for the lodger in the back attic, a Mr Hale who came down each morning with his collar undone and never once asked for the bath. He had a sister in Leeds who did not write back. Aggie meant to paint him a message and leave it on the banister where he couldn't miss it.

She drew the capitals first in pencil, big and looping, the way the old shopfronts used to do. Love went along the top in a small hand, as if it were shy of the rest. Concurs ran across the middle in red, and All dropped below it, tall and stooped, its loops pulled down like a ship's rigging. Mrs Pym read it upside down over the teapot and said the spelling was wrong. Aggie said it was the spelling her father had cut on the gravestones, and the two of them argued until the kettle boiled dry.

On Sunday morning the card was on the banister. Mr Hale read it twice, folded it into his waistcoat pocket and went out to the pier without his breakfast. That evening Mrs Pym found the card back on the banister, and under All, in soft pencil, someone had written one line: Thank you, Aggie, the spelling was yours to keep.