Fine line script tattoo of the words Take a chance they don't come much bigger than this across the inner wrist, shown in a sepia photo.

Script quote tattoo on the wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of an inner wrist and part of a hand, with a quote written in thin, cursive script across four lines of the skin. The linework is fine and even, with the letters shown in dark brown ink that reads as near monochrome under the sepia tone. The text fills the centre of the frame, with the fingers at the top and a dark background to the right.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Quote Text Handwriting Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Lower Stackwell had planted a seed from the travelling pedlar in forty years, so when Edith Pell's boy came running up the lane with a twist of brown paper, the whole row of cottages came out to watch him unfold it. Inside was one pip, grey as a river stone, and a card with four words in looping hand: take a chance, they don't come much bigger than this. Edith read it twice and said the pedlar was a liar, which was what everyone said of anything that came without a price.

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Her father had buried a sack of coins under the pear tree rather than trust the bank, and her mother had hung washing on the hedge for thirty years rather than ask the squire for a plot. So Edith did what the Pells always did when they were frightened. She dug. The hole went in the corner of the cold frame, where the soil stayed wet, and she watered it every evening from the rain butt, talking to it about the price of flour and the weather over Clay Hill.

By August there was a stem as thick as a finger, and by Michaelmas a leaf the size of a dinner plate, and by the first frost a gourd so heavy the frame sagged under it. Nobody could lift it. The village men came with a barrow and a rope and argued about whether it was fruit or a stone. Edith sat on the step with her knees up and wondered if she had been a fool to trust a card.

Then the pedlar came back up the lane, slower this time, and asked for his pip. She told him it was gone into the ground, and he laughed until he had to hold the gatepost. "Good," he said. "Now you know what it's for." He left her the card, and she kept it folded in the pocket of her apron, where it still is.