Two thin black script tattoos on a person's forearms: a short line of non-Latin script on the left arm and a cursive English quote on the right.

Two forearm script tattoos

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The image shows two forearms, each with a fine black script tattoo. The left forearm carries a short line of non-Latin lettering set vertically, while the right forearm has a longer cursive English quote running along the arm. The linework is thin and solid black with no shading, and the photo is in natural daylight against a green top and red plaid shirt.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Quote Lettering Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The card had to be finished before the marquee filled with the smell of cut grass and percolated coffee, so Maud Pennock sat at the trestle in her cardigan with a fine nib and her aunt's tin of Indian ink. Ruth had died in March, and the bride had asked for her handwriting on the order of service, the bit about the sun that Ruth used to shout across the allotments whenever the weather turned. Nobody had written it down. Maud had only the cards Ruth sent every birthday, each one a single line in looping black, as if she had been too impatient to lift the pen.

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The second line was the hard one. It was in the other script, the one Ruth had learned from a primer with a broken spine in a cold room above the bakery, and Maud had only ever copied its shapes without knowing what they meant. She practised on the back of a seed packet. The letters stood up straight when she wrote them slowly and leaned over when she tried to be quick, so she wrote slowly, and the ink dried between each stroke, and by eight the sun had reached the table.

The groom's uncle found her there, holding the card up to the light like a jeweller. He asked what it said. She told him the truth: the English line promised the sun would find you wherever you hid, and the other line was something Ruth had said a thousand times at the sink, that you could be as cross as you liked but the kettle still wanted filling. He laughed, and then he looked at the card for a long time.

The ink was dry by the time the speeches started. Maud slipped out through the back flap with the empty tin under her arm, and when the bride read the card aloud her voice caught on the second line, exactly where Maud had slowed down to get the strokes right.