Two interlocked hands show matching black script monogram tattoos on the ring fingers, in a lettering style.

Script monogram on two ring fingers

Lettering · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are interlocked, and each ring finger carries a matching black script monogram of two intertwined letters. The linework is bold and smooth, with flowing strokes and solid black fill, and the ink is a dark navy black. The soft, natural light and shallow focus keep the close-up composition centred on the tattoos, with one hand's nail painted with glitter polish at the edge of the frame.

Lettering Hand Monogram Letter Initial Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lot of you, and mind the coal, because this is the part where the frost gets into the story. Your great-grandmother Hannah Dunn kept the lambing book at Low Scarth, and in the autumn of the hard year a travelling scrivener came up the lane with a pen like a heron's wing. He wrote letters for folk who could not manage their own, and he would take no coin for the flourishes, only for the ink. Hannah had him set down her initials and those of Edwin Calder from the next farm, who had promised to marry her at Candlemas if the snow let him through the pass.

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The scrivener did not write the letters side by side. He twined the H through the C and drew the tails of them into one knot, then he took a cold steel nib and pricked the knot onto the ring finger of her left hand, and onto the ring finger of Edwin's right, so that the marks would meet whenever their hands did. Edwin laughed and said a man could not wash off a promise like that. The scrivener only said the ink would hold as long as neither of them let go.

Then the snow came in February and buried the high pasture, and Edwin went up after the strayed ewes with a lantern and did not come down. Hannah walked the ridge every morning for six weeks, calling his name into the white. She found his crook in a drift and nothing else. In March the ewes came down by themselves, bunched and bleating, and behind them, with frostbite on his cheek and one hand held shut in his coat, came Edwin.

He opened that hand at the gate. The two marks lay against each other, the same knot, pricked into two fingers that had never once been apart in her mind. Hannah never did learn how the scrivener knew, but she kept that knot as her wedding ring all her days, and so will you, if you have any sense.