Woman seen from behind on a beach, with a black and grey sun face tattoo on her upper back by the shoulder and fine script lettering on her lower left back.

Sun face and script on a back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A woman wearing a black strappy bikini top is photographed from behind on a beach, with her face turned away from the camera. A black and grey sun with a stylised face and dotted shading sits on her upper back near the right shoulder blade. Fine handwritten script runs down the left side of her lower back, with some of the words partly legible against natural skin tones and a soft, blurred background.

Lettering Dotwork Back Shoulder Woman Sun Script Lettering Beach Bikini

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sun on the water tower had lost its left eye to a hailstorm, so Nell Haverty spent the morning stippling a new one from the top of a stepladder, dabbing grey paint with the wrong end of a brush while the heat rose off the road in sheets. Below her, the diner's owner, Frank Mulcahy, leaned on his truck and said the sun looked like it had been to a funeral.

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Her father had painted signs along this stretch for forty years, and his notebook still lay in the cab of her van, its pages curling with damp and crowded with practice lettering. The line she kept returning to was one he wrote over and over in a slanting hand, a thing he liked to mutter when the petrol gauge sank low: live as if you will live forever, and die today. She had always taken it for a sign-writer's joke, the kind of thing that fits on a board with room to spare.

By noon the paint had dried and Frank came back with two cold lemonades. He wanted the old board by the pump replaced with something bright that said nothing about the weather. Nell promised she would, but first she opened the notebook on the van's bonnet and copied the slanted words in fresh ochre across the strip of tin above the bend, letters small enough that only someone slowing down would catch them.

For an hour nobody noticed. Then a boy in the back of a camper pressed his face to the window, read the line out loud to no one in particular, and the sun on the tower, one eye new and grey, seemed to squint down the highway as though it had been waiting all along for someone to say it properly.