Colour and black script tattoo reading Time will tell it always does with a blue TARDIS and pink smoke on the inner upper arm, in Lettering style.

Time will tell lettering with a TARDIS on upper arm

Lettering · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo on the inner upper arm shows the words Time will tell and it always does in black cursive script, with a blue police box, the TARDIS, to the right of the text. Soft pink and purple shading sits behind the lettering and the TARDIS, giving a smoky background. The photo is taken close up against a tiled bathroom wall, with the arm filling most of the frame.

Lettering Upper arm Text Script Tardis Police box Smoke Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The police box had stood on the towpath beside Lock Nine for three mornings, its blue paint beaded with dew, and Ruth Caddick had decided it was none of her business. Her narrowboat, the Patience, was moored twenty yards off, and her tea went cold on the tiller every time she glanced over. On the fourth morning the door opened and a man in a tweed coat stepped out, looked at the water as if he had never seen a canal before, and asked her what year it was.

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"Nineteen seventy-one, or near enough," she said. "Who's asking?"

He said his name was Ansel and that he was late, though he didn't seem troubled by it. He kept checking a pocket watch that ran the wrong way, then looking across the fields at the church clock. "Your lock was built on a Tuesday," he said. "Mud to the knees. The horses wouldn't go in the cut. I was here for that, you know. I always am, one way or another."

Dennis had kept a brass plate screwed above the wheelhouse window, TIME WILL TELL, and he had said it about everything: the tide, the price of coal, whether their daughter would ever marry the boy from the boatyard. Ruth had thought it was the sort of thing men say when they have no answer. She looked at the stranger, then at the plate, and felt the old irritation settle in her chest.

When she turned round again the box was gone, and the towpath was just gravel and a single gull. On the tiller a sheet of paper had been folded and tucked under the brass cap. In a neat, slanting hand it read: "Keep the kettle on. It always does." Ruth laughed out loud, alone on the water, and went below to fill it.