Small black serif letter Y tattoo on a woman's side below the arm, shown in a lettering style, with her hand resting on her arm.

Small serif letter Y on the side

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A woman in a black and white striped top rests her hand on her arm, showing a small capital letter Y in a thin black serif typeface on her side. The letter is simple and sits on its own against bare skin. The composition is a soft, close crop with the rest of the body and face out of frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the fire is low and the wind has come round to the north, which is when the ferry-post at Hollin Ford starts to talk. You needn't believe me. Nobody in the kingdom of Caddery believed the carver's daughter either, not until the spring the river Ysse forked in two at the bend and the ferryman stopped going over.

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Her name was Marrow Tenby, though everyone called her Mar. She carved letters for the mill-folk, who could not read and did not care to learn, so she cut them shapes instead: a hook for the bakery, a wheel for the wheelwright, and for the ford a single stroke that split at the top like a pair of arms lifted in surprise. The ferryman, Osric Pell, grumbled that a fork was no sign for a crossing. But the river had already done as she drew it, two channels running out from one trunk, and travellers were drowning in the left-hand one because the right looked wider and kinder.

So Mar cut the sign deeper, with a little foot on each stroke so the eye would not slide off it in the rain. She worked three nights by lantern. On the third, Osric came down to the bank and found the post already finished, the letter standing clean and small against the grey wood, and beneath it the water had gone quiet in the right-hand channel, as though it had heard its name.

Osric never took the ferry again. He sat by the post each evening and traced the stroke with one thumb until the mist came off the water, and to anyone who came by after, it looked like nothing more than a Y.