Black and grey serif lettering tattoo of a two-line quote running across the inner forearm.

Two-line quote across the forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A two-line quotation in black italic serif lettering runs across the inner forearm. The letterforms are crisp and evenly spaced, with solid black ink and no shading. The arm rests on a brown textured surface in front of a tiled floor.

Lettering Forearm Quote Text Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair had come as far as the sea wall at Wrenmouth when Joss Harrow first said it, leaning on the cage of the big wheel with grease to his elbows. The tea urn had cracked in the night, the coconut shy boy had gone home to his mother, and there was only the two of them and the canvas snapping in the wind off the water.

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Where would you go, he asked, if the ground ran out? I told him the fair had already been to the end of the land. We had painted the last poster at Land's End and sold a toffee apple to a man who swore he could see Ireland from the rail. Joss said that was not the end, only the next bit. So I said, "I would go to the ends of the earth, cause darling to me that's what you're worth," which was a line from a valentine card I kept sewn in my coat lining, and he laughed so hard he dropped the spanner into the harbour.

He did not laugh the next morning. He came to the wagon before the lamps were lit, with the lettering pot in one hand and a brush in the other, and he painted the words along the forearm of the last gondola while I held the ladder. The letters ran small and black and level, the way my mother taught me to write her shopping lists. By noon the fair was packed and rolling north, and the wheel stood empty on its trailer.

The gondola is still on the wheel, they tell me, at whatever fair is pitched at the edge of wherever they have got to now. Children read the words aloud while they wait for the ride to start, and nobody asks who the darling was. Joss says it was me. I say a fair goes where the ground lets it, and the words only had to go as far as the wheel turns.