Black fine line script tattoo of a Proverbs 31:25 verse across the side of the ribs, with the reference written below.

Scripture script quote along the ribs

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black script tattoo reading a scripture verse in several lines, with the reference Proverbs 31:25 written beneath. The thin, even linework is set on warm, lightly tanned skin, with the lettering running diagonally upward across the torso. The ink is solid black with no colour, and the text fills most of the frame against a blurred dark background.

Fine line Lettering Ribs Script text Bible verse

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain had been coming sideways through Brindle Market since six, and Ada Pryce had given up on keeping the gold leaf dry. She knelt on a folded sack under the awning of the cloth stall, mixing size with the last of the bottled water, while Nell Harrow held the board steady with both hands and told her she was spelling it wrong.

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"Not spelling," Ada said. "Lettering. It's a different job."

Nell wanted a verse for the wall behind her counter, where the bolts of oilcloth hung in their blues and browns. She had copied it out in pencil on the back of a till receipt, her hand crabbed from forty years of cutting cloth: a line about clothing a woman in strength and dignity, and another about laughing at the days to come. Ada had painted two hundred shop names that winter, Fish, Bakers, Hardware and Sons, and not one of them had asked for words that might still be true in ten years.

She drew the first line in the fine script her father had taught her with a steady wrist and a quill he kept in a tin. The rain came off the awning in a silver rope and struck the board at its edge, and she set the brush down. "Hold it higher," she said, and Nell lifted the corner, and they worked like that for an hour while the market emptied around them, a man shouting about cabbages, a dog barking at the drain.

When the last line was done and the paint still tacky, Nell read it aloud slowly, testing each word as if it might not fit. Then she laughed, a short, startled sound, and said she would hang it facing the door so customers could see it coming in out of the wet. Ada left the board propped against the bolts with the gold still shining, and walked home with the rain running down her collar.