Silhouette and banner on a forearm

Traditional · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a shaded silhouette of a head in profile, with a cap-like shape at the top, wrapped by three ribbon banners. The banners carry the lettering Darling You'll Be Okay in a bold, outlined script. The shading is grey with black outlines and highlights, and there is a partial coloured tattoo at the top edge of the frame. The photo is taken straight on and centred on the forearm, with a hand visible at the bottom and a wooden floor in the background.

Traditional Lettering Forearm Silhouette Profile Banner Ribbon Lettering Cap

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bike had cooked its belt somewhere past the salt flats, and Ray and I sat in the shade of the last sign before the nothing. Dust hung over the road as if someone had left it there on purpose. He kept checking his phone for a signal that wasn't coming, then flipped it face down on the tarmac and said nothing about it, which was how I knew he was scared.

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I had a spare helmet in the pannier, a battered black lid with a crack along the peak that my mother had glued with superglue and hope. She used to say that out here you wear your lid even when you're only sitting, because the sun does its own kind of damage. Ray put it on without arguing, which was new. The visor was so scratched he had to tip his head to see the road, the way you tilt a photograph to catch the light.

We walked. Four miles, maybe five, with the bike pushed between us on its one good wheel. Every lorry that came over the rise gave us a long wall of hot wind and a honk that could have been sympathy or contempt. Nobody stopped until a woman in a dusty Land Cruiser pulled up beside us, leaned across the passenger seat, and said, 'Darling, you'll be okay, get in the back with the water.' Ray laughed so hard he had to take the helmet off. Then he went quiet, and I saw his face properly for the first time since morning.

That was the thing about the road. It didn't care how you felt about it. It just kept running, and you either got in the back of the car or you didn't.