Colour tattoo of a blue police box with scrolled black lettering reading Bad Wolf and a quotation, on the outer thigh.

TARDIS and Bad Wolf lettering on a thigh

Lettering · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A large blue police box, shown with black outlines, dark window panes and a lit sign, sits at the centre of the design. Black scrolled flourishes frame the box, and black serif lettering runs around it in a curved arrangement, reading Bad Wolf across the top and a quotation down the sides and along the bottom. The shading is smooth with lighter blue highlights on the box, and the photograph shows the tattoo on a thigh against a tiled floor.

Lettering Thigh Tardis Police box Scrollwork Lettering Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The box arrived on the Tuesday the bus stopped running past the chapel, and nobody in Coldharbour could agree on who had parked it on the green. Mr Ambrose Tull swore it had been there since the war. Mrs Pell said it had come in with the fog and would go out with it. By Thursday the children were using it as a den, and the vicar had taken to knocking before he spoke to it.

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It was Mavis Orde who noticed the words. She was sweeping the step of the post office when she saw them chalked along the base of the wall, faint and scuffed, BAD WOLF, the same letters repeated in a child's hand all the way down to the bus shelter. Beneath them someone had written a sentence no local would have bothered to finish: YOU WERE FANTASTIC. Mavis took her broom to it, but the chalk came back the next morning, one word longer each day.

On the ninth morning the door of the box swung open and a man in a coat two sizes too big stepped out. He looked up at the sky as if it had been rude to him, then asked Mavis what year it was. She told him. He nodded, pleased, and said he had been meaning to call on her for years and was relieved to find her still sweeping. He thanked her for keeping the wall tidy, took a stub of chalk from his pocket, and wrote SO WAS I beneath the last line.

The box was gone by dinnertime. Mavis still sweeps the step every Tuesday, and the chalk never quite washes away. The children say that if you stand by the wall at dusk, the letters seem to hum faintly, as if they are waiting to be asked where they have been.