Black and white photo of a woman's shoulder and upper chest showing a script lettering tattoo near the collarbone, with her hand resting on her chest.

Script tattoo on a shoulder, black and white

Lettering · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph is cropped below the chin and shows the upper torso in a grey bra with a white waistband. A cursive script tattoo runs across the left shoulder and upper chest, partly obscured by the bra strap and the hand. The image is in black and white, with soft lighting and the tattoo's ink appearing as dark, solid strokes.

Lettering Shoulder Script Hand Necklace Shoulder

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pryce had sorted the post in Halloran Cove for thirty-one years, and she knew a hand that had been taught by a nun from a hand that had taught itself. The envelope that came in on the Tuesday tide had no stamp, only a smear of harbour salt across the flap and a name written in a looping cursive: Tom Ashdown, Lighthouse Cottage, care of the Harbour Master. Tom had been dead eleven years.

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She carried it up the hill in the rain, under her umbrella, past the chapel and the shut bakery, and let herself into the sorting room where the damp curled the wallpaper. Inside was a single sheet, written in pencil, and it began mid-sentence: '...and so I will keep the lamp lit until the last boat comes in, even if it is only the one, even if it is you.'

The letter was not addressed to Tom. It was addressed to a woman named Ada, at an address that had been a fish-curing shed until the fire of 1952. Mrs Pryce went down to the records office, which was a cupboard, and found the shed's register. Ada Lusk had signed for a parcel the same week Tom's boat went out of the bay and did not come back. Nobody had ever signed for the parcel's contents.

She folded the letter back along its creases and tucked it into her coat, meaning to take it to Ada's grandson, who ran the chandlery. But when she reached the chandlery the shutter was down, and a note was pinned to it in the same looping hand: Gone to the lighthouse. Back when the lamp is lit. Mrs Pryce stood in the rain a long while, then turned and walked the other way, towards the cottage, because somebody had to answer the letter, and she had always been the one who knew how a sentence should end.