Black fine-line script tattoo reading I carry your heart, I am never without it, across a woman's upper chest near the collarbone.

Script quote across the collarbone

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

Two lines of cursive script read I carry your heart and I am never without it, set in dark ink across the upper chest near the collarbone. The linework is thin and even with consistent weight, and the letters are solid black with no shading or colour. The photograph is a close crop showing only the lower face, shoulder and chest, with the text running diagonally from left to right across the skin.

Fine line Lettering Chest Quote Text Heart Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wind has been veering all night, and by the time the Marigold Ann clears the Lowestoft piers you are already soaked through to the vest. Your brother Callum is on the winch, shouting something you cannot hear over the diesel. The letter is pinned inside your oilskin, the way Mags told you to pin it, so it won't go to pulp with the rest of the spray.

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The letter is short, because she wrote it on the back of a bread bag while the kettle boiled. Two lines in her looping hand, the ink blurred where her thumb rested. She underlined nothing. She never underlined anything, she said it was showing off. You read it again under the wheelhouse light when the watch changes, then fold it small, the way you fold a net you mean to mend.

By noon the sea has gone the colour of wet slate and the boat is rolling hard. A hake snags the hook and you haul it hand over hand, thinking about the two lines and not about the water, which is the only way you have ever managed to be out on it. Past the Cross Sand buoy the mate laughs at you for talking to the gulls.

Home is a question of hours, and the tide is kind for once. When the harbour lights come up through the rain, Mags is standing on the wall with a torch, and she does not wave. She only lifts her hand and sets her palm flat against her chest, and you understand she has kept the bread bag right where you left it.