Fine line black script lettering runs from the ankle down the side of a bare foot, with a second foot beside it.

Script quotation running along the foot

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

Two bare feet stand on a grey paved surface, with a fine line script quotation tattooed along the outer side of the left foot from the ankle towards the toes. The lettering is in black ink with a delicate, even stroke and some words are only partly legible in the photo. The tones are neutral, with the skin and grey ground shown in soft, natural light.

Fine line Lettering Ankle Script Quote Lettering Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ladder was still warm from the last post when Walter Penhale climbed down with the hook in his fist and the fog already gathering in the gutters of Crane Street. He wiped the glass of his hand lamp on his sleeve, though it was no cleaner for it, and counted the iron posts toward the river the way he had counted them for nineteen winters. Thirty-one to the chapel corner, then the gap where the council had taken one down for scrap.

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His mother had painted the verse on the lamp-room door herself, in red lead that had long since gone the colour of old brick: Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. He had read it every evening of his working life and thought of it as a thing for the walls of chapels and the lids of tins. It was only when the fog came up off the Aire that he found himself reciting it under his breath, one word to each step.

The boy who was meant to meet him at the bridge never came. Walter stood at the rail with his lamp held low, its small yellow circle no bigger than a dinner plate, and could not see the water or the far bank. He went on by the feel of the kerb and the sound of his own boots, and at the last post, where the cobbles gave way to the towpath, he found the boy sitting on the bottom step with his cap in his lap and his face wet.

They walked back together with the lamp between them. Walter did not say much. At the door of the lamp-room he stopped and lifted the light to the faded red letters, and the boy, who could not read well, asked him what it meant. Walter told him it was about finding your way when you could not see the road, and then, because it was late and the boy was cold, he opened the door and let the warm dark of the room take them both in.