Close photo of a black fine line script tattoo reading grateful on the upper arm, with a rolled navy shirt sleeve above it.

Script word "grateful" on upper arm

Fine line · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A single word in black cursive script, reading grateful, sits on the inner upper arm. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the lettering is partly cut off by the rolled sleeve. The photograph shows a blurred shoulder and hair at the top, and the dark navy fabric dominates the frame.

Fine line Lettering Upper arm Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The envelope had been sitting on the hall table for nine days, under the brass key dish, and Margaret had walked past it so many times that the corner had gone soft. When she finally slit it open with the bread knife, the paper inside smelled of her late husband's pipe tobacco, which was impossible, because Walter had given up pipes in 1979 and she had thrown out the last tin herself.

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The letter was in his square capitals, the ones he used for shopping lists and for the labels on jam jars. It told her where the Japanese maple was buried in the back garden, two feet to the left of the water butt, under the flagstone that rocked. It told her the frogs came back every March whether anyone asked them or not. It said the seed tray in the shed was for the sweet peas, not the runner beans, whatever she had decided last spring.

At the bottom, in a different hand, looser and slanting the way it did when he was tired, he had written one word and then crossed it out so hard the pen had torn the paper. Underneath, smaller, he had tried again: thank you for the years of the hedge. She laughed out loud, alone in the hall, and then stopped, because the hedge had been her idea and he had hated every clipping of it.

She put the letter in her apron pocket and went out to the flagstone. It rocked. Under it she found nothing but a jam jar with a rusted lid, and in the jar, folded small, a plain card in his capitals: GRATEFUL, IT SAYS. YOU KNOW I NEVER COULD SPELL IT.