Fine line black script tattoo reading 'i could really use a wish right now' across the upper back of a woman with long hair.

Script quote tattoo on upper back

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A woman seen from behind has a handwritten-style script quote in black ink across her upper back, below her shoulder blade. The thin linework is set in a flowing, slanted script with a little shading, and the words read 'i could really use a wish right now'. Warm, low sunlight falls across her shoulder and back, and the tattoo sits in the lit area of the composition.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abernethy kept the pawnshop on Gull Lane for forty years, and in all that time nobody had ever tried to pawn a wish. They came in with wristwatches and violins and their mother's brooch, and they left with coins that never weighed quite enough. Then on a wet Thursday in March a boy of about nineteen set a folded paper on the glass counter and said he wanted to sell it, and she saw from the careful handwriting that he had copied it off a wall.

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"What's it worth?" she asked.

"Everything, I hope," he said. "I've been told it's a bad time for it."

She unfolded the paper. Slanted letters, pressed hard in pencil, said that he could really use a wish right now. Nothing else. No name, no price. She had seen men pawn a bad hand of cards and women pawn a promise, but never a sentence.

She held it under the lamp and read it twice. Then she took off her spectacles and wiped them on her cardigan, which was what she did when she was deciding. "I'll give you a shilling and the loan of my umbrella," she said. "Come back for the paper when your luck turns, and you can have the wish back for the same."

He laughed, took the shilling and the umbrella, and walked out into the rain without looking back. Mrs Abernethy tucked the paper into the drawer with the wedding rings and the unclaimed keys. Some weeks later the umbrella came back folded on the step, dry, with a note tucked into its strap that said it's working, thanks. She never asked what it had been. The drawer was full of things people had needed badly, and she had learned they mostly needed somewhere to put them down.