Black script tattoo reading "My story isn't over" with a large semicolon, on the inside of an ankle.

Semicolon and quote on an ankle

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A black script tattoo reads "My story isn't over" in flowing, fine-lined lettering, with a bold semicolon sitting after the word "story" as the central mark. The ink is solid black with crisp edges and no shading, and the lettering runs horizontally around the ankle. The photograph is taken at close range against a dark leather seat, with a red sandal strap crossing the foot at the bottom of the frame.

Lettering Ankle Semicolon Quote Script

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dorothy Quayle still carried the red biro she had marked exercise books with for thirty-one years, and at the Ashgrove School reunion she kept clicking it while the caterers stacked paper plates beside the urn. Nobody recognised her at first. She had retired with her hair the colour of wet slate and wore it up with a clip shaped like a bird, which pleased her, because the children used to say it was a crow.

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Near the trophy cabinet a woman in a navy jacket was turning a phone over and over in her hands. Dorothy knew the face before the name arrived: Tessa Brand, who in the spring of 1998 had written the only essay Dorothy ever returned with nothing but a single mark in the margin. It had been about her father's last year at the docks, and it stopped halfway down a page on a line that trailed off into nothing. Dorothy had drawn a semicolon there, small and firm, and written beneath it, not yet.

'You kept that,' Tessa said, not quite a question, and held out a sheet of paper gone soft at the folds. Dorothy read it again standing up, the red ink faded to rust. Beneath the old line, in blue, someone had added a clause, then another, then a full stop at the bottom of the last page.

'Eleven years,' Tessa said. 'I wanted you to see the sentence got finished.' Dorothy folded the page along its creases, clicked the biro once more, and found she had nothing left to correct.