Black script tattoo reading Always on my mind, forever in my heart across a woman's upper back, shown in black and white.

Script quote across upper back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with her hair in a loose updo faces away from the camera, showing a handwritten-style script quote across her upper back near the shoulder blade. The lettering is drawn in thin, even black lines with a fluid, joined-up style. The photograph is black and white, with a tiled bathroom wall behind and a strapless top visible at the lower edge of the frame.

Lettering Back Script Quote Word Woman

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been coming down on Whitcombe market since six, and Dennis Pyke's pitch by the fish hall had turned to a sheet of brown water. I was under the edge of the pie stall's awning with my brushes in a biscuit tin, lettering a new board because Mrs Oduya's old one had split straight down the middle. Gold leaf won't take in wet weather, so I worked in black enamel and cursed every drip that landed on the wood.

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A young man ducked under the awning with a folded sheet of paper and asked if I could do his mother's card. He wanted old copperplate, not the printed kind. He'd written the words out himself and crossed them through twice. Always on my mind, forever in my heart. He said it the way people say something they've practised in the car. I told him my hand was too quick for copperplate and that I did a joined-up script that looked like it had been poured. He said that was the one.

I did it on a stiff card with a fine nib, the loops leaning into one another so no letter stood alone. It took most of the afternoon while the rain came and went. When I handed it back he read it twice, folded it into his coat, and didn't say thank you, which told me it had landed.

After he'd gone I found his scrap of paper blown against the stall's back wheel. Under the crossed-out attempts, the first line had been written with a shaking hand, letters lurching uphill like a child's. I put the scrap in my apron pocket and kept it there until we packed up, the enamel on Mrs Oduya's board still tacky in the grey light.