Black script lettering reading Walk by Faith sits on the top of a bare foot near the ankle, with wet sand and pebbles behind it.

Walk by Faith script on a foot

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A bare foot rests on wet sand and pebbles, showing a black script tattoo that reads Walk by Faith across the upper foot near the ankle. The lettering has smooth, tapered strokes with flowing joins and a slightly shaded edge, and the ink appears dark grey to black. The composition is a close, slightly angled photo with the toes and ankle in frame and natural daylight on the skin and ground.

Lettering Fine line Ankle Script Word Foot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pargeter had pinned the card above the hall barometer, its ink gone brown at the edges: Walk by faith, not by sight, and mind the rocks at the bottom step. You read it twice on the morning the tide went out further than anyone could remember, then took your boots off on the mat, because the house rule was that nothing wet came over the threshold.

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The lost thing was a ring of brass keys belonging to the Cove Hotel, blown off the rail of the old slipway in the storm. Mrs Pargeter wanted them back before the Thursday coach, and nobody else would go down. The pebbles on the flats were slick with weed, and the sand had a grey skin that gave under weight and then held. You set out with the card folded in your pocket, not because you believed a word of it, but because it was the only instruction anyone had given you that day.

Halfway across, the sand firmed beneath you and the water drew back in one long sheet, showing the keys lying in a hollow like a dropped sentence. You crouched and lifted them. The wind threw grit against your face. You stood, turned, and walked back the way you had come, setting each step where the last one had been, the way you would follow a line of handwriting.

When you reached the steps, Mrs Pargeter was waiting with the kettle on and her arms folded. She took the keys, counted them, and nodded at the card. "Well," she said. "Did it hold?" You told her it had. She lifted the card from its nail, turned it over, and wrote a fresh line on the back in pencil, which you were not allowed to read until morning.