Fine-line black script tattoo of a partly visible phrase reading through the, running across a person's upper thigh.

Script quote on the thigh

Fine line · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A close view of a person's upper thigh with a thin black script tattoo of a phrase, partly hidden by dark fabric at the left edge. The linework is delicate and even, with solid black ink and no shading. The plain pale skin and wooden floor in the background keep the focus on the lettering.

Fine line Lettering Thigh Script Quote Phrase

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Wenna, the glassblowers in Harrowmere have stopped asking me to fetch the tongs, which I take to mean they have finally decided I am not going to drop them. Your letter reached me on the ferry-barge on Thursday, soaked at one corner where the boatman tucked it under his coat. I read it twice before the rain got to the rest.

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You asked whether I am frightened of the furnace now that I have been put on the big kiln. I am, a little, every morning. Old Brannoch says fear is only the part of you that has not yet learned the heat. He also says that a person who walks through the fire without flinching has simply stopped expecting it to burn, and that the trick is to stop expecting, not to stop feeling. I have decided he is half right, which for Brannoch is a generous score.

The thing I want you to know is about the night the north wall cracked. Everyone ran for buckets except the girl from the salt works, who walked straight into the smoke with a wet sack over her shoulders and dragged out the crates of cullet before the beams came down. Nobody told her to. When I asked her afterwards why she had not waited for the others, she said the fire had only ever been a question of who would go first, and somebody always does.

I have started copying that line into the back of my measurement notebook, in the same careful hand I use for ratios. Come home at midsummer and I will show you. Mind the ferry, and keep your boots dry.