Two palms face up showing small black typewriter-style lettering on the inner wrists, reading like the wind and i am free.

Two wrist quotes in black lettering

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two open palms are shown with small black typewriter-style text on the inner wrists. The left wrist reads 'like the wind' and the right reads 'i am free', both in fine, evenly spaced lettering. The ink is solid black on a dark blue-grey backdrop, with the hands framed centrally and rings visible on the fingers.

Lettering Forearm Quote Wind Free Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The fair leaves Hollin Green before the church bells have finished, and you are the one who has to lift the typewriter off the lorry tailboard, because Mr Doyle says it's your machine now and you can carry the weight of it. It is black and dented, with a bell that rings at the end of each line. Nobody in the show has seen it work properly, but on the Thursday the wind turns and the canvas of the Octopus starts snapping like a sail, and you sit down at the trestle beside the candy floss and begin to type.

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Customers pay a penny to have a line typed on a card. Most ask for the same things: a sweetheart's name, a bet on the donkey derby, a warning for a brother who owes money. You type what they say and you add nothing. Then a boy of nine, with toffee on his cheeks, asks what the machine would say about him if it could talk. You tell him to say it himself. He leans over the keys and picks out the letters with one finger, slowly, until the card reads like the wind. He takes it, reads it twice, and runs off toward the ghost train without paying.

That night the field is mud and the generators hum. You sit in the back of the lorry with the lamp swinging and feed a fresh card into the roller. The bell rings twice. You type a line for yourself, then another, and you pin them inside the cab where the driver will see them at the first junction. Outside, the wind is getting up again, pushing at the tarpaulins, and the fair is already folding itself away into the dark.