Fine black script reading everything was beautiful and nothing hurt, tattooed across a person's upper back near the shoulder blade.

Script quote on a shoulder blade

Lettering · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A close view of a person's upper back showing a line of thin black cursive script in two lines, reading everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the lettering follows the curve of the shoulder. The skin tone is warm and the background is softly out of focus.

Lettering Fine line Shoulder Back Script Quote Word Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair came over the hill at Harrowby every August with eleven wagons and a goat that could count to four. Old Ambrose Tull drove the first wagon, and he never let a child onto the painted carousel without a word or two in its ear first, the way a farrier talks to a horse before the shoes go on.

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The year the rain didn't stop, a boy called Simeon Rook came to the gate with a bruise under one eye and a coin he had taken from his father's coat. Ambrose took the coin, gave him a ride on the grey swan with the chipped beak, and when the boy asked what the thin black letters running along its wing were for, the old man only said he would be told at the end of the season, when the lamps came down.

The lamps came down in October. Simeon was there, standing in the mud with his collar up, and Ambrose lifted him onto the swan without a word. Up close the letters were clear: everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. The boy read it twice and frowned. Ambrose said the words were not a promise, only a thing a person could say on the way round, and that the swan would carry whoever sat on it for as long as they liked.

Simeon stayed on the swan until the last lamp went out. Then he slid down, reached into his pocket, and pushed his father's coin into the swan's open beak, where it stuck fast in the paint. He walked home across the wet field without looking back, and the goat, which could count to four, watched him go.