Fine line black outline of a state with the word home in script and a small red heart, tattooed on the top of a foot near the ankle.

State outline with home script and red heart on a foot

Fine line · Ankle · Mixed · Photo

A black fine line outline of a US state sits on the top of a foot, with the word home written in cursive along its left edge. A small solid red heart is placed inside the outline, and the rest of the design is a single consistent black line. The foot fills most of the frame against a dark, glossy background, and the painted toenails are red and silver.

Fine line Ankle State outline Home Script Heart Foot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The railway board wanted the state drawn in one unbroken stroke, so the medallion could be struck from the outline without a seam. Ambrose Lowe had been a draughtsman in Columbus for eleven years and had never once been asked for something so foolish. He pinned a clean sheet to the board on a Monday, dipped his pen, and began at the lake shore where the coastline broke into little teeth.

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By Wednesday his fingers were stiff and the line was winning. It wandered down the eastern border, doubled back over the Ohio, and crawled west along the river like a patient animal. Every Friday a letter came from Fennick Creek in his landlady's looping hand, asking whether he had eaten and whether the train still ran on Sundays. He read them with the pen resting beside his cup of cold coffee and did not reply, because he had nothing to say that the line would not say better.

On Saturday he finally reached the northern edge and found he could not close the shape without writing something into the margin. He lettered the word home along the western boundary in a flowing script, joined to the line so that it seemed to grow out of the state itself. Then, because the creek was where his heart had gone all week, he placed a small red dot at the spot where the county roads met, and touched the nib to it without lifting once.

The board sent the sheet back with a single note: approved, though the wording is unusual. Ambrose folded the letter into his coat, bought a ticket for the Sunday train, and did not bother to take the drawing with him. He had already traced it into his memory, one unbroken line that had brought him home.