Black and white photo of two clasped hands, each with a black script lettering tattoo on the back of the hand reading Together and Forever.

Together and Forever script on clasped hands

Lettering · Hand · Black and grey · Photo

Two hands are clasped together against a dark background, with the word Together in black script on the back of the left hand and Forever in matching script on the back of the right. The lettering has bold, flowing strokes with fine hairline tails, and the photograph is in black and white. Rings and bracelets are worn on both wrists and fingers, and a watch with hanging chains and charms sits on the left wrist.

Lettering Hand Hand Script Forever Word Ring Bracelet Watch Clasped hands

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dorothy Vane had the oven doors open before the bells of St Agnes started, and Ruth was already late. The flour on the slab was grey in the lamplight. Ruth came through the back door shaking rain off a borrowed coat, her ring knocking the bench as she dragged the sack of rye towards her.

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They had been partners for nineteen years, since the summer they'd had the same two words inked on the backs of their hands at a fairground in Margate, a dare that became a joke that became a sort of contract. Nobody in Hastings had believed it would last past the first decent offer. Dorothy had received one the week before, from a chain with a logo like a sunrise, and it sat folded in her apron pocket like a live coal.

Ruth said nothing about it. She shaped the first batch of boules with the same hard care she'd used on the first loaf they ever sold, pressing her thumbs into the dough until it held. Dorothy watched the faint script on the back of her own hand go pale in the steam rising from the proving trough and thought about how often they had argued over the word order, and never once over the words.

At six the shutter went up. Ruth wiped her hands on her apron and then, without looking, pressed the flat of one palm against Dorothy's, warm and dusted white. "Your turn to tell the regulars," she said. Dorothy laughed, the bell above the door rang as the first customer came in, and neither of them let go to answer it.