Two black and grey fine line script tattoos on the upper back, one reading Together Forever Never Apart and the other reading Maybe in Distance But Never in with a small heart.

Script quote tattoos on the upper back

Fine line · Back · Black and grey · Photo

The image shows two stacked photographs of fine line script lettering tattooed on skin at the upper back. The top photo reads Together Forever Never Apart, and the lower photo reads Maybe in Distance But Never in followed by a small outlined heart. The linework is thin and even, rendered in black ink with soft grey shading on the skin, and the text is framed against a plain background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

You are the one who keeps the lamp at the end of the Hartlepool breakwater, which means you are the one who sees the boats come in. Tonight the Mary Constance is late, and Ruth Beadle has been at the window since four, pretending to dust the brass. Nobody asks her to stop. The fleet's radio crackles with the skipper's voice saying the swell is up off the Dogger, and you hand her a mug of tea she doesn't drink.

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You think about the summer your brother went out with the cod boats and came back with a new name on a bottle of rum. He had the lettering put on his shoulder in a parlour above the chandlers, a line of looping script he chose from a card on the counter. Together forever, never apart. He showed you the fresh ink with the skin still pink, and you laughed, because he was twenty and the sea was not a place for forever. He said the sea was a place for distance, and that was why the words came with a second line, a promise for when the water pulled them apart: maybe in distance, but never in the heart.

At half past eleven the running lights swing around the point, three of them, then four. Ruth makes a small sound and her hand finds the sill. You switch off the lamp for a moment so the bay goes dark, then light it again, the way your father taught you, so the boats know the way home. Ruth's lips move. She is counting the hulls, and when she gets to the last one she laughs out loud and sets the mug down on the brass, untouched.