Black script lettering tattoo reading every day is the start of something beautiful across the upper chest, near the collarbone, with a grey patterned fleece worn open.

Script quote across the upper chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A close crop shows a black script quote tattooed across the upper chest near the collarbone, reading every day is the start of something beautiful. The thin, flowing linework is solid black with no visible shading, and the lettering runs on a slight diagonal. The skin and ink sit against a grey and black patterned fleece, with a hand and a silver ring resting on the shoulder at the right edge.

Lettering Chest Quote Script Text Ring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the draught and sit yourself down, because this platform has been letting the cold in since before your grandmother was courting. Walter Pike kept the signals at Thornmere Junction for forty-one years, and in all that time he never wrote a word that wasn't a timetable, bar one. He copied it in pencil onto the back of a spoiled ticket, in his best copperplate, and kept it folded in his cap band until the paper went soft as cloth.

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The line came from his sister Agnes, who had married a bargeman and gone to live on the canal at Stourport. She sent it the winter the river froze, underlined twice, as if she expected Walter to argue. He did argue. He told the lamp man it was soft nonsense for people with nothing to do but sit by water. Then the lamp man lost his post after the fog took two wagons off the bridge, and Walter found himself walking the length of the platform at dawn, reading that card aloud to the empty rails.

One morning a girl came through the waiting room with a suitcase and no ticket, looking at the timetable board as if it had insulted her. Walter pressed the card into her glove without a word. She read it, laughed, and said it was far too tidy a sentiment for a Tuesday. He said the card was never meant for Tuesdays. It was for whoever was standing on the wrong platform at six in the morning, pretending they had not already missed the train.

The 6.10 came in then, and she got on it. The card stayed on the bench where she'd left it, and Walter kept the ticket after all, because a man ought to have something to show for forty-one years of watching trains go.