Two wrists showing matching black script tattoos that read To infinity and beyond, one phrase split across both inner wrists in fine line lettering.

To infinity and beyond script on wrists

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows two inner wrists side by side, with the phrase To infinity and beyond written in flowing cursive script that runs across both arms. The linework is thin and even, filled in solid black with no shading, and the ink has a slightly soft, healed look. The composition is close and centred on the lettering, with the hands and forearms cropped at the edges of the frame.

Lettering Fine line Forearm Script Quote Lettering Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The roof of the Halcyon View was out of bounds, which is why Nell wanted it. Mrs Pardoe kept the hatch padlocked and the key on a string round her neck, so we waited until the gale rattled the slates and the lodgers were all snoring behind their doors. I held the ladder while Nell climbed with a torch clamped in her teeth, and when she reached the leads she shouted something the wind tore to pieces before it reached me.

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Up there the sea was only noise and a white edge far below the chimney pots. Nell had the spaceman our father won at the Saltcote fair the summer before he left, the plastic one with a cracked visor, and she set it down on the wet tiles between us as though it might want to fly. The box it came in had the words printed across the lid, and she said the trick was to split them, half for each of us, so neither could ever claim the whole thing without the other. She borrowed a biro from Mrs Pardoe's desk and wrote the first half on the inside of her wrist. I wrote the rest on mine, backwards, so it would read properly when we held our arms side by side under the hatch light.

By morning the ink had smudged into soft grey shadows, and Mrs Pardoe found us asleep on the landing with the spaceman tucked under my chin. She did not shout. She only looked at our wrists for a long moment and said the rent was due on Friday, the same as always.

Nell's half faded first, the way hers always did. I kept mine for weeks, reading it in the shaving mirror each night until the words came out the right way round, and then one afternoon I looked and could not tell which of us had been the first to write it.