Black script lettering reading "We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy" across a person's upper back, with a partial dark design at the left edge.

Script quote across upper back

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Black script lettering runs diagonally across the skin, reading "We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy" in three staggered lines. The linework is crisp and even, with the ink shaded in solid black and grey tones against the pale skin. A partial dark shape is visible at the left edge of the frame, and the photo is taken close up with soft lighting.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ruth,

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I have put off writing since the funeral because every time I sit down with the pen the kettle boils and I go and make the tea instead. Mother's teapot is still on the dresser with the chip turned to the wall, the way she liked it. Mr Haworth from the chapel came round on Tuesday with the ledger and asked whether we meant to keep the shop open or let the lease go to the Co-op man, who has been circling since Easter like a gull over chips.

The easy thing, he said, was to let it go. Nobody would think less of us. You could come home to Leeds and find a nice clerk. I told him I would think about it, and I have thought about nothing else since. Father left a box under the counter with a card in it, his neat capitals gone wobbly at the end: WHAT IS RIGHT IS NOT ALWAYS WHAT IS KIND. I never knew what he meant until I found the book with Mrs Pickles's name crossed out for the third month running, and the pencil marks beside it where I had been about to do the same.

So I have kept her on the book. I have kept the shop open on Saturdays, and I have sold the blue wool at cost. It is not sensible. Mr Haworth shakes his head at me across the pulpit every Sunday. I find I mind it less than I thought I would.

Come at Whitsun if you can. The tea is still awful, but the teapot is yours now, chip and all.

Love, Margaret