Fine line black script tattoo reading 'The pain you feel today... is the strength you feel tomorrow' across the lower back, above a grey waistband.

Script quote tattoo across the lower back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A two-line handwritten script quote runs horizontally across the lower back, reading 'The pain you feel today...' above 'is the strength you feel tomorrow'. The thin, even black linework sits on warm skin, and the lettering is clear and evenly spaced. The photograph is taken close up, with the top of a grey garment and its striped waistband framing the lower edge.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain has been coming sideways over the Saturday market since seven, and the tarpaulin above your trestle table sags under it like a wet sail. You are counting coins into a man's palm, pennies and a crumpled fifty, when the girl from the fabric stall ducks under your awning, shaking water off her grey hoodie. She has a biro behind one ear and a roll of parcel tape on her wrist. 'Have you got a marker that works?' she asks, and you pass over the fat black pen you use for pricing jam.

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She turns over a cardboard price tag and writes slowly, the way your nan wrote birthday cards, letters joined and leaning into the wind. Her fingers are numb, so the strokes come out careful and even. 'It's for the bakery fridge,' she says. 'Dom's been moaning about his knee since Christmas, so I thought he could read something that isn't about the knee.' The tag says The pain you feel today... is the strength you feel tomorrow, and the ink has already started to bleed at the edges where the damp gets in.

You tell her the bakery door sticks in weather like this and she should lift it by the handle rather than pull. She laughs, tucks the tag inside her hood where it stays dry, and walks off through the puddles without looking back. By four the stalls are folding and you are loading boxes into the van, and in the cashbox you find an old price card of your own, the same sentence in your faded capitals, from the winter you could not face the stairs. You stand in the drizzle a long time before you put it back.