Black script tattoo reading And though she be but Little she is fierce, running diagonally across the upper chest near the collarbone.

Script quote across the upper chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A black script quote runs diagonally across the upper chest, close to the collarbone, in two lines of joined, flowing lettering. The linework is fine and even, with the ink appearing solid and dark against the skin. The photo is taken indoors in warm light, with a pale top and black bra visible and the subject's face not shown.

Lettering Chest Script Quote Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Gulls Row ever asked me for poetry. They wanted PRICES, OPEN and the pub's name redone in gold leaf every spring. So when Mrs Okafor came into the workshop with a page torn from a school copy of a play, I assumed it was a joke for the crabbing boat she kept on the shingle.

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She had written the lines out in pencil, pressing hard enough to dent the paper. "Though she be but little," she read, tapping the page, "she is fierce." Her grandson Dayo had been moved to the back table at school for answering a teacher back, and she wanted the words on the transom, where the sea would hit them first. "Small is not the same as soft," she said, and paid me in fifty-pence pieces counted out along the bench.

I used a size-two sable and a mahl stick, and I lettered it as a joined script, the way my father taught me, with the capitals leaning forward like a boy about to run. The paint wanted to bead on the wet wood, so I rubbed the surface with a thumb of turps and tried again. It took three afternoons, and by the last one the words ran from the bow end of the transom toward the tiller in a single unbroken line.

The boat went out on the Saturday morning with Dayo at the oars. When it came back in the evening, the salt had already started to lift the edges of the paint. The boy stood up in the stern with one hand on the tiller, reading the words aloud to the gulls as if they had been waiting all afternoon to hear them.