Black and grey script lettering reading Everything has beauty on the ribs, with a faded second line of lettering beneath it.

Script quote along the ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey photograph of a person's side and ribs showing a black script quote, Everything has beauty, with a fainter, healed second line of script below it. The linework is smooth and even, with the upper line in solid dark ink and the lower line softened and paler. The image is monochrome and framed tightly on the skin, with a dark garment visible at the top edge.

Lettering Ribs Script Quote Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Pryce had been told that the tip above Blaenau was an eyesore, and that the wheel-house was an eyesore, and that the soot on the chapel sills was an eyesore no amount of scrubbing would shift. She went up anyway after school with a carpenter's pencil and a sheet of brown wrapping paper folded in four, because the light at four o'clock came sideways over the spoil and turned it the colour of toffee.

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Her brother Evan found her there on the Thursday, sitting on an upturned tub with her knees pulled up. He had come off the morning shift with his face grey to the eyebrows and his hands still shaking from the drill. "You're wasting paper," he said. She held up the drawing. It showed the wheel-house, the rail line, the black water standing in the sump, and along the bottom, in careful capitals copied from the Bible cover, the words EVERYTHING HAS BEAUTY. He read it twice. "Who told you that?" "Nobody. I'm telling you."

He sat down beside her and said nothing for a long while, which was how Evan said most things. Then he took the pencil from her fingers, turned the paper over, and wrote something on the back in his square hand. When she turned it back she read it aloud: "Tell that to Mr Rees, the day the cage stuck." Neither of them laughed, but Ada noticed he had not asked her to take the drawing down.

The next Monday the drawing was pinned above the lamp rack in the cabin, curling at the corners where the damp got in. Men coming off shift stopped in front of it with their helmets under their arms and read it, and some of them read it again. Ada took the pencil from her apron pocket and, under the capitals, wrote in a fainter hand so it could be rubbed out again if anyone objected: but not everyone can see it.