Two hands held together showing black script reading 'til death tattooed across the top of two adjoining fingers, with a tiled wall behind.

'til death lettering on two fingers

Lettering · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are pressed together, each with the phrase 'til death in black script tattooed across a finger. The lettering has a fine, slightly uneven hand-drawn look, with some fading and soft edges on the skin. The mostly plain tiled wall in the background keeps the focus on the fingers, with a dark nail polish visible on one hand and faded marks on the other hand.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, it's loose, same as it was the day Ada Pargeter came up it with her father's sign-writing brushes rolled in a tea towel. She was seventeen and had a face on her like a bolted door. Lil Venn sat where you're sitting now, and the two of them held their left hands flat on the bench, first fingers out, as if they were waiting to be measured for gloves.

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Her father had painted every shop fascia in Thorne for thirty years, so he knew a good hand from a bad one. He had never inked skin in his life, but he thinned the black enamel with turpentine, dipped the finest sable, and wrote 'til death on each finger in the copperplate he used for funeral cards. Ada said it stung like a wasp. Lil said nothing, which was her way, and her finger shook through the first downstroke and then went still, the way a lamp does when the draught stops.

They were married off within the year, Ada to the baker's son and Lil to a lad who drove the coal lorry. Folk said the words were a joke that had gone too far. But every December the two of them came back to this bench, one holding the brush and the other holding steady, and retraced the letters where the skin had pulled them thin. Lil died first, in a February so cold the canal froze over. Ada took the brush to the stone she'd had cut for her, and wrote nothing on it but her name, and beneath that, very small, the same two words.