Black and white photo of a fine line script quote tattooed along the side of an ankle and foot, reading What you think, you become.

Script quote along an ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a bare ankle and foot, with a thin handwritten script line running from the ankle down across the foot, reading What you think, you become. The linework is fine and even in dark ink, with no shading or fill. The image is black and white against a dark background, with a pale fabric draped to the left and painted toenails visible.

Fine line Lettering Ankle Quote Script Lettering Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom, The runner beans have finally given up on the south wall, so I took the canes down this morning and found your grandfather's seed tin under the potting bench. Inside, folded into quarters, was a card in his neat copperplate that I had never seen before. It said only: What you think, you become. Underneath, in pencil, he had written the date of the summer you were born.

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I laughed at first. He was a man who trusted sweet peas, the shipping forecast and very little else. But I carried the card out to the cold frame and read it aloud to the lettuces, and then I felt foolish, because for two years I have been telling the garden it would fail, and the garden has been obliging me. The clematis I was certain was dead has a green bud at its root. Mrs Okafor next door, whom I have never once asked for advice, lent me her hand fork and said dahlias need a fortnight of being spoken to kindly. I think she was joking.

I'm not asking you to come up for the weekend. I'm asking you to tell me what you have been thinking, because you sounded very tired on the telephone, and you were always a boy who expected the worst before breakfast.

I've pinned the card to the shed door where the wind can have a go at it. The paper is thinner now than it was. Come and see the dahlias before they open, and bring whatever you've been carrying up the M1. Love, Gran.