Black cursive script of the Serenity Prayer with two small red flowers, tattooed along the side of the ribs.

Serenity Prayer script with red flowers on ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo is a column of black cursive script reading the Serenity Prayer, set diagonally across the skin. Two small red flowers sit beside the lines of text, one near the top left and one near the lower right. The lettering has clean, even black strokes, and the red ink is the only colour, with a soft, shallow-focus photograph against a blurred skin background.

Lettering Ribs Script Quote Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the puddle by the fishmonger's, love, it's been waiting for you since Tuesday. Now budge up under the awning, the pigeons have no manners and the rain has no business coming sideways like that. Abel Quarrie sold clocks at the far end of Brindle Lane for forty-one years, and every morning before he unlocked the shutters he read the card pinned inside his window, the one with the words in his late wife's looping hand.

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The card said what he had always wanted from the weather, the council and his own knees: give me the calm to take what I cannot alter, the nerve to change what I can, and the sense to know which is which. Nobody warned him the sense would cost him. Each Thursday a girl called Nell Parr came in with a broken carriage clock wrapped in a tea towel, and each Thursday he mended it for nothing, because her grandmother had once brought him a pot of geraniums when his wife was poorly, and the red ones on the sill were still flowering.

One wet October the girl didn't come. He waited by the window with the kettle going cold. When she finally pushed in, dripping, she had the clock under one arm and a face like a shut door. The arcade was coming down by spring, her mother was moving to Leeds, and nothing Abel could oil or wind was going to stop any of it. He stood there with his screwdriver and found he had no argument left. He only said, 'Then we'd better make the old one run properly before it goes.'

He set the carriage clock on the bench and let the pendulum swing. Outside, the rain thinned to nothing, and for once the gutters were quiet enough to hear the tick. Nell laughed, wiped her nose on her sleeve, and sat down to watch.