Three pencil sketches of the word Vegan in script lettering, decorated with leaves, a small heart and swirls, drawn on torn paper.

Vegan script lettering sketches with leaves

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

Three pencil sketches of the word Vegan in flowing script lettering are drawn on a torn sheet of paper. The first has a leafy sprig above and a swirling underline with a small heart, the second has leaves at the start of the V and a looping flourish beneath, and the third uses heavier shading with a leaf sprig and an oval underline. The sketches are arranged down the page in black pencil on a pale background.

Lettering Botanical Script Leaves Heart Swirl Sketch

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The boat that came up the Ouse that spring carried seed potatoes, a crate of rhubarb crowns and a woman called Maud Fenwick who would not take on a single hide. The millers laughed. The butcher's man said she would be starving by Michaelmas. Maud only pointed at the cabin door, where she had painted the name in green and black, looping letters with a leaf sprig over the top. Nobody on the river could read it properly, so they took it for a Dutch saint.

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The lock-keeper's boy, Tom, asked her what it meant. She said it meant you carried the things that grew and left the rest standing where it was. He asked whether that was a good trade. She said the cabbages had not complained yet. In the wet February the eel-boats went down at Hallam Weir, and their catch floated off in the current, but Maud's cabbages stayed dry in the hold, and she sold them door to door through the flooded lanes for a penny a head. Old men who had sworn at her came back for a second bag.

In March she sat on the towpath with a stub of pencil and a torn scrap of paper, and drew the name three times. The first had a heart tucked under the tail of the V. The second had leaves sprouting at the start of the letters. The third had heavier shading, as if she had pressed hard to make sure it would hold. She folded the best of them into her apron pocket.

Tom found the other two pinned under the tiller a week later. He copied them into his school jotter that night, leaves and all, and left the heart off, because he had not understood it, and he thought the boat was lovely enough without.