Close-up of the words stand strong in black script lettering tattooed on the ankle and foot.

Stand strong script on an ankle

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows the side of a foot and ankle with the words "stand strong" written in flowing cursive script across the skin. The linework is solid and dark, with the letters sitting in a single line that runs from the ankle towards the foot. The warm skin tones and soft focus with a vignette border give the image a vintage, filtered look, and the background is blurred.

Lettering Ankle Script Word Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down, the lot of you, because the urn's only just boiled and I'm not telling this twice. Yes, you, Malcolm, with the good pension and the bad memory. Look at that board behind me. It's not the same board, but it's the same sort of board, and every morning of the winter of 1958 Miss Ferrier wrote the same two words across the top of it in her joined-up hand. Stand strong. The letters sat in one long line, leaning forward like they were heading somewhere in a hurry.

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That was the winter the Dunmere beck came up over the playing field. By the Tuesday the water was on the bottom step of the school, and they moved us all up to the infants' room under the roof. Miss Ferrier kept writing. Every time the chalk ran short she fetched another from her handbag. Ray Hebden, who was six and had no sense, wouldn't leave his coat on its peg. He sat under it with his jotter open, copying the words over and over until his fingers were blue.

The Thursday the water reached the window sill, Miss Ferrier wiped the board clean and wrote the phrase again, but she'd misjudged the space. The final letters ran off the right-hand edge onto the wall itself. She stood back, looked at it a long while, and said that a thing written so badly could still be read by anyone who needed it. Then the rescue boat came round the corner with a man in an oilskin shouting our names.

Ray kept that jotter for sixty years. He brought it along to the last reunion, and it was the same page, the same blue fingerprints, the same words running slightly off the edge. Now, who still has their jotter? No, don't all rush at me.