Black script tattoo reading Love always, mom across the top of a person's ankle and foot.

Script words across an ankle

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black script tattoo with the words "Love always, mom" running across the top of a foot near the ankle. The linework is thin and even, with the lettering set in a flowing cursive with some letters joined. The ink is solid black on light skin, and the frame is cropped tightly with a patch of blue fabric visible at the top left.

Lettering Ankle Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The post sack at Hollin Bridge was meant to be emptied by six, and Dara Quill was on her third sweep of it when she found the bundle. Fourteen envelopes, held with a perished rubber band, all addressed in the same looping blue ink to a flat above a bakery in Corran Lea. Every one had been posted from the far side of the river, and every one ended with the same two words before the signature.

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Dara knew the hand. For eleven years it had come through her booth every second Thursday, always the cheapest stamp, always a corner bent by the rain. The last one had arrived in February. Then nothing, and now this, shoved behind a crate of parcels. Her supervisor shrugged when she held them up. Return to sender, he said, and go home. But the sender's address was a hospital ward across the water, and Dara had an hour left on her shift.

Corran Lea was ten minutes over the old footbridge, past a shuttered petrol station and a line of washing nobody had taken in. The bakery's back door stood open. A man came out wiping flour on his trousers, and when Dara held up the bundle he went very still, the way people do when a voice they know has started to speak. He read the first line of the top envelope in the doorway, then sat down on the step.

"She stopped writing in February," he said. "I thought she'd stopped wanting to." Dara thought of the bent corners and the cheap stamps. "She kept writing," she said. He turned the envelopes over one by one and read the closings aloud, quietly, as if checking they were all still there. Love always, Mom. Love always, Mom. Love always, Mom.