Black fine line script reading soulsisters with an arrow across the ribs, on a person's side and back.

Soulsisters script with arrow on ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of black script lettering reading soulsisters, with a small arrow forming the left end and an arrowhead at the right. The thin, even linework is in a flowing handwritten style, and the text sits horizontally across the ribs. The image is in warm tones with the skin and a patterned top and denim jeans visible around the tattoo.

Lettering Fine line Ribs Script Arrow Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell had the archery stall at the back of the fair because nobody else wanted the draughty corner by the generator, and Bea said that suited them, since the back of any fair was where the honest people ended up. Their father had bought the old longbow from a man in Hull who swore it had won a county shoot in 1952. The string was new and the wood was not, so every evening before the gates opened they waxed it by the paraffin lamp and argued about whose turn it was to check the nocks.

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The fair moved every fortnight, Lincolnshire to Wakefield to a churned field outside Doncaster where the rain came in sideways. Bea painted the target boards and Nell taught the children to draw without poking their eyes out. A lad called Terry Gill kept coming back with his pennies, aiming at the cardboard swan and missing every time. On a wet Thursday Nell told him to stop looking at the swan and look instead at the gap between the two lamps, the place where the light gave up. He hit the swan that night, and Bea laughed so hard she had to sit on the cash tin.

Then the cash went short. Four shillings' worth of coppers gone, and Bea went quiet in the way that meant she had already decided who to blame and hated herself for it. Nell didn't ask. She went to the quiver and found an arrow she had never seen before, its fletching bright blue and its shaft cut from ash, with a scrap of paper wound round the nock: "For the next time you don't believe me. B."

Nell drew the string back, let the arrow go into the dark over the gap between the lamps, and didn't look to see where it landed. Bea would be standing there when they went to fetch it, and that was answer enough for one night.