Black script lettering reading Never let your fear decide your fate, tattooed on the inner forearm in a lettering style.

Script quote on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo is a two-line quote in flowing cursive script that reads Never let your fear decide your fate. It sits on pale skin with fine arm hair visible, and the right edge of the first line runs off the frame. The lettering is rendered in solid black ink with even, smooth linework and no shading or other colours.

Lettering Forearm Script Quote Word Fear

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Margaret had been sitting on the bench at the end of the allotment for an hour before she noticed the seed packet in her lap was upside down. Runner beans and a climbing sweet pea she had never once managed to get through a British summer. Her grandson had bought it for her at the garden centre in Ashford, and she had been turning it over in her fingers ever since, the way other people turned over a bill they meant to pay later.

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Down the row, Desmond was forking over his onion bed as if it had insulted him. He had buried his wife two winters back and still came every morning at seven, and he had never once asked Margaret why she came. 'You're sat there again,' he called. 'Those beans won't plant themselves.'

She stood, knees complaining, and walked the length of the path to the water butt. Someone had chalked on its lid in careful capitals, the sort of line the Women's Institute used to pin up in village halls: NEVER LET YOUR FEAR DECIDE YOUR FATE. It had been there since spring, and she had walked past it every week pretending she had not read it.

She knelt by the bed, pressed the first bean into the soil with her thumb and covered it over. Desmond's fork stopped. 'Well,' he said, and went back to his onions, but when she looked up she saw he had left the gap in the fence where he kept his spade propped a little wider, the way a man might leave a gate open for someone he expected.