Close-up of a black fine line script tattoo reading 'your story isn't over yet;' across the upper chest, with a black choker at the neck.

Script quote on the upper chest

Lettering · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A black script quote reads 'your story isn't over yet;' in a flowing, slanted hand across the upper chest. The thin, even linework is filled with solid black ink, with no shading or colour. The skin is slightly reddened around the lettering, and a black choker and a black bra strap sit at the edges of the frame.

Lettering Fine line Chest Quote Script Text Phrase

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom, the kettle has boiled dry twice since breakfast and I still haven't made a cup, so you can see how the week is going. Your dad's boat, the Margaret Ann, came in on Tuesday with the nets torn and not much in the hold worth the diesel. Mr Cowley at the quay says the whole fleet is on half days until the spring tides turn. I walked down to the harbour wall to watch them come in and counted the masts twice, because I always lose count when I'm frightened.

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Mrs Pryce at number nine says you can't count on anything the sea hasn't promised you, which is the sort of thing she says after her second sherry. I told her the sea has never promised anybody anything. She didn't care for that. The Pryce boy went out at fifteen and came back with a bad hand and a worse temper, and nobody ever asked him what he'd do differently.

I've enclosed the postcard with the lighthouse on it, the one you wanted from the chandler's. Ellen found my pencil in the drawer with the tide tables, and I've dated the back of the card so you'll know when I was sitting here thinking of you. The house is quiet without the radio playing in your room, so I leave it on for the shipping forecast and listen for the sea areas as if you might be in one of them, which is silly, I know.

Your father reckons the wind will back south-west by the weekend and the fish will come back with it. I'm not going to argue with him about that or anything else this week. Write when you can get to a post office, and tell me whether the cook has improved his porridge, and tell me the next bit of the trip, all of it, every stop along the way, and send it before the boat sails again;