Black lettering and linework tattoo of a TARDIS police box above the script words We're All Stories In The End, on the inner forearm.

TARDIS and script quote on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black outline and fill tattoo of a police box, with a pitched roof, a lantern on top and panelled doors, sits above two lines of black script lettering. The lettering reads We're All Stories In The End and runs along the forearm, with the second line angled slightly upward. The image is black and grey on pale skin, photographed against a light blue textured surface.

Lettering Forearm Tardis Police box Script Quote Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The box had been standing at the bottom of Mrs Pargeter's allotment since the council moved it there in 1971, and nobody in Hebden Lane could agree whether it was a phone box or a hut. Dennis Tulley, who kept the plot next door, swore it hummed on frosty mornings. Frank Oddie said it was the damp.

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Ruth Pargeter did not care what anyone said. She had a row of leeks to lift and a bad hip, and the box stood where the wind came through the gap in the hedge. One October evening the door opened from the inside and a man in a crumpled coat stepped out, looked at the leeks, and asked her what year it was. She told him. He nodded as if she had confirmed a sum he had already worked out in his head.

"Then I'm early," he said, "which is nearly as bad as late." He pulled a pocket watch out, frowned at it, and put it away. "Do you know, I once told a girl in Bristol that we're all stories in the end. She thought I was being poetic. I was being accurate."

Ruth handed him a leek. It seemed the polite thing. He tucked it under his arm like a rolled newspaper and went back inside, and the door shut with a sigh. In the morning the box was gone, the grass was flattened in a neat square, and the leek lay on the path with a note tucked under its root: Tell Dennis the damp is not my fault.