Black and grey lettering tattoo in cursive script with flourishes along a woman's side ribs, above black lace underwear.

Script quote tattoo along the ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A photograph of a woman's left side from ribs to hip, showing a multi-line quotation in black cursive script with decorative flourishes across the ribcage. The linework is fine and even, with solid black lettering and light grey shading. The subject is shown in a black bandeau top and black lace underwear against a dark background, with the tattoo as the main focus.

Lettering Ribs Script Quote Flourish Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hoarding round Coldharbour House had been up since March, and by the time Maureen Dyer climbed the ladder on Thursday the wind off the car park was pulling at her overall like a dog with a sock. The developers wanted something cheerful on the boards before the demolition crew came back on Monday. They had sent a brief with the words Life is about taking chances and never regretting them, typed in a font nobody had chosen on purpose.

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She didn't type it. She copied it from the back of a postcard her brother Terry had sent from Skegness in 1974, the summer he went south with a van and a girl from the Co-op and never sent for his things. The postcard had lived in her purse for fifty years, soft as cloth at the corners. Her hand knew the slope of his capitals better than her own. She sketched the baseline in chalk, then the flourishes that curled off the ends of the lines like smoke, and she went slowly, because a sign-writer who rushes gets letters that lean into the traffic.

By four o'clock a lad from the fourteenth floor was sitting on a bollard with a can of cider, reading upside down. He asked her what it was supposed to mean. Maureen dipped her quill in the black, considered the question with the seriousness it deserved, and said it meant somebody had finally written the thing down.

She finished the final swash on the word them as the first crane arm swung into view above the roof. Then she packed her brushes in their tin, climbed down, and caught the 42 home with gold size still drying on her cuffs.