Black script lettering reading The Feamale Boss across the inner forearm, against a dark sleeve.

Script lettering reading The Feamale Boss on forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a forearm with the words The Feamale Boss tattooed in flowing cursive script across the skin. The lettering is solid black with smooth, even linework and a few thicker strokes on the capitals. The background is a dark knitted fabric with a sequinned or embellished section at the left, and the tattoo sits centrally across the frame.

Lettering Forearm Text Phrase

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The banner had been hung for two days before Odile noticed the mistake, and by then the gold leaf had set and the hemp was pulled taut between the two masts of the salt hall at Porrin Quay. She stood beneath it with a dry brush still in her hand and read the letters again, slowly, the way her master had taught her to read a contract. The flourish on the capitals was perfect. The word Boss stood proud at the end. But an a had crept into the front of female, sitting where no a belonged, like a pebble in a shoe.

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Pell, her master, wanted it taken down and scraped. He had lettered for the crown for thirty-one years and did not believe in leaving a crooked line standing. "Forty ells of canvas," he said, rubbing his bad hand. "Gilt at a mark the letter. Take it down before the Queen sees."

But Queen Adaleide came up from the water that afternoon in a grey cloak, her boots dusted white from the evaporating pans, and she stopped under the banner before anyone could stop her. She read it aloud, once, then again with a small wrinkle at her mouth. "Who wrote this?"

Odile stepped forward. Her knees were shaking, and she said so, and the Queen laughed, a short bark that carried over the stacked sacks of salt. "Leave it," Adaleide said. "Every clerk in my kingdom can spell the word correctly. Let them stumble over this one and remember it." By spring the salt women of Porrin had stitched the phrase onto their aprons, the wrong letter and all. The dockers read it out slowly on their way to the scales, sounding out the extra a, and nobody in the hall ever corrected them.