Black script lettering reading Serendipity on the inner wrist, shown beside stacked pearl bracelets and metal bangles.

Serendipity script on a wrist

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of the word Serendipity written in black cursive script on the inner wrist. The linework is fairly fine and even, with a long descender on the capital S and a rising stroke through the letters. The ink is solid black on a light skin tone, and the background is dark purple, with pearl bracelets and metal bangles stacked above and below the tattoo.

Lettering Other Script Word Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The box came to the reading room with a water stain across one corner and a ribbon that had once been blue. Inside, under a layer of tissue, were eleven letters addressed in the same looping hand to a Mrs Hettie Ransome at Pell Street, Morecambe, none of them ever posted. Dora from accessions asked me to catalogue them before the council skip collected the rest of the house. I said yes because the handwriting was lovely and because the ink had stayed so black after all these years.

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The letters are mostly about weather and a bicycle. In the fourth, the writer describes a bus stop where she waited for a man who never came, and then a stranger who offered her a tin of barley sugar and the wrong change for a sixpence. She writes that she had gone out that morning meaning to find a particular button for her coat, and instead found the whole of a summer. She underlines the word twice and then, on the back, copies it out again with a long tail on the first letter, as if she could not stop reaching for it.

I have looked for Hettie Ransome in the parish registers and found her marriage to a ship's chandler and nothing else. The eleventh letter is the shortest. It says only that the tin was still in her coat pocket and that she had decided, after all, not to post anything. Under it someone has pressed a sixpence into the paper, and when I lift it there is a small clean rectangle where the ink has been protected from the light for sixty years.