Black script text tattoo in several lines along the side ribs of a woman in a black bikini wearing gold chains.

Script text tattoo on the ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A close crop of a torso in a black bikini and gold chains, showing a tattoo of cursive script arranged in several short lines along the left side ribs. The fine black linework is crisp and the lettering is uniform in weight, with no colour. The warm, softly lit background and the cropped framing keep the focus on the tattoo and the body.

Lettering Ribs Script Bikini

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Dorothy Pask ran the ballroom board at the Lantern in Margate, and every Saturday she sent me to the back room to lettering the dance cards by hand, because the printer kept spelling the foxtrot wrong. I was seventeen and believed my hand was the steadiest thing in the whole building.

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The lines I remember best were the ones nobody asked for. Between the cards I wrote out whatever the band had played that night, four short lines of a song in a slanting script, one line to each bar, so the dancers could read the words when the gramophone in the foyer gave out. Mr Hollis, who drummed for the Lantern Five, said nobody ever looked at the lyrics. I told him somebody always did, usually someone waiting by the coat hooks with nothing better to do.

In the August of 1952 a young man came in out of the rain and asked whether I could write one of those lines on a strip of card for him. He wouldn't say who it was for, only that the song had been played twice on the night he met her and he had never got the words right in his head. I wrote it small and careful, the way Mrs Pask had taught me, and he tucked it into his wallet without a word and went back to the floor.

The Lantern closed for good the following spring. On the last night a woman I didn't know leaned across the counter and asked me to copy those same four lines for her, because her father had sung them at a dance long ago and had never managed the ending. I wrote the ending the way I had always written it, in the same slanting hand, and she folded the card into her glove and walked out into the rain.