Black script lettering reading I will make better mistakes tomorrow across the inner forearm and wrist, shown against grey tarmac.

Script quote on a wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a quote written in black cursive script across the inside of a wrist, reading I will make better mistakes tomorrow over three lines. The linework is even and the letters are filled in solid black ink with no visible shading. The skin is light and the background is a grey, textured surface.

Lettering Forearm Quote Script Word Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Oswin Teague had lettered forty-one memorial plates on Tessaly Ring before a woman came into the workshop with a scrap of paper folded into quarters. She unfolded it on the bench beside the brass rule and the pot of bone-black ink. "My husband wrote this on the galley wall the week before the seal failed," she said. "I want it on his plate, exactly as he spelled it."

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The sentence was hurried, the way a man writes when he is thinking faster than his hand: I will make better mistakes tomorrow, with the last word squeezed onto a third line because the first two had run long. Oswin had spent years correcting spelling for the living. He had never been asked to keep a dead man's wrong word, and for a while he sat with the nib lifted, listening to the ventilation hum through the pipes.

He began at dusk, while the lamps were still white. Each letter took three passes, the strokes even, the counters left open so the ink would not clot in the cold. He kept the misspelling where it stood and gave the loops of the h and the k the same care he gave the rest. Halfway through the second line he noticed that the widow had stayed, leaning against the door frame, reading the words upside down as he wrote them.

When the plate was dry he held it up to the light. The mistakes looked less like errors now and more like a man reaching past his own handwriting toward a day he had not been given. "Leave it," the widow said, before he could offer to fix anything. "Tomorrow he would only have made another one."