Two arms intertwined, showing fine line script tattoos reading I walk the line on an upper arm and Because your mine on a forearm, in a sepia photo.

Script text on two forearms

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two arms are wrapped together in a sepia-toned photograph, with a clenched hand visible at the top left. Each arm carries a thin, cursive script tattoo: I walk the line on the upper arm and Because your mine lower down on the forearm. The black linework is crisp and even, and the lettering sits neatly along the skin's curves against a plain, softly lit background.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Upper arm Script Quote Text Arm

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dorrie had never once looked down at the brown water of the Ouse during her walk, not in eleven summers of travelling fairs, and she told the crowd so every night before she stepped out. Her brother Teddy held the far guy-rope and swore at the gulls. Nobody paid to watch a girl stand still, he said, so she had to keep moving.

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The trouble started in the August of the flood. The wire sagged a foot over the middle span and the lamp men wanted to cancel, but Dorrie had a sister's debts to clear and a tent full of people who had walked in from Boston and Spalding for the sight of it. She chalked a line along the plank with the stub of a carpenter's pencil, the way her father had taught her, and fixed her eyes on a single nail in the far post.

Halfway across, a voice from the bank called out a name that wasn't hers. It was a drowned sailor's name, shouted by a woman in a green shawl who had lost him years back. Dorrie wobbled, caught herself, and understood in one cold moment that she had been walking for somebody else's grief all along, keeping to a line another person had drawn for her.

She finished the crossing anyway. The next morning she went to the tent of the new lamp man, a quiet lad named Arthur Lacey, and asked him to chalk a fresh line on her own ground and to hold the far rope himself. He asked why. She told him she needed a steady hand at the end of it. He took the rope without a word and held it all season, and when she finally asked him what he wanted for his trouble, he said only that she was his to hold, and that the line was hers to walk.