Two photos of script lettering on skin: top reads To infinity beside a small blue ringed planet, bottom reads and beyond beside a red and orange rocket, both in a lettering style.

To infinity and beyond with planet and rocket

Lettering · Other · Mixed · Photo

The top photo shows the words To infinity in a flowing black script with a small blue ringed planet and tiny stars to the right. The bottom photo shows and beyond in a matching script with a small rocket at the left, its body in red and grey with an orange flame trail. The lettering is bold and smooth, and the colour is limited to the planet and rocket, with the words in black.

Lettering Other Infinity Planet Star Rocket Flame Script text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Our Nan always said the Palais floor could sing if you knew which boards to step on, and she knew every one of them. Autumn of nineteen fifty-nine she came in off the Harrogate bus in a green coat two sizes too big, and Frank Pettigrew, who sold wireless valves from a shop on Cross Street, asked her to dance before she had her gloves off. He was a talker. By the second waltz he had told her about the rings of Saturn, which he had read about in a library book, and how a man could be fired out past all of it if the sums came right.

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Every Saturday after that he brought her a new fact tucked in his top pocket. At the close of the last waltz, when Eddie on the bandstand lifted his baton for the final chord, Frank would lean in and say, To infinity. Nan would answer, And beyond, and then they walked the long way home along the sea wall, arguing about whether a rocket could ever make a corner.

In the spring of sixty-two a works in Stevenage took him on to build gantries for the rocket people. He went south with a suitcase and a drawing of a ringed planet he had done on the back of a ration book. The postcards came every fortnight. One showed a silver rocket on its pad, with a single line in pencil: Save me the foxtrot, counting down. The Palais shut the following winter for the damp, and the boards were pulled up and sold for firewood.

Nan never did learn whether he got his foxtrot or his rocket. Some nights, when the wind comes in off the sea, she taps the lino twice with her slipper and says the two words out loud, the way you would call a dog that is not coming back. Then she puts the kettle on, because the story always ends with the kettle.