Fine line black script tattoo reading walk by faith across the top of a bare foot, beside a grey canvas shoe.

Walk by faith script on foot

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A bare foot shows the words walk by faith in a thin, handwritten script, running diagonally across the top of the foot. The linework is fine and even, in a dark ink that appears black or deep brown against the tanned skin. The foot rests on grey carpet with a grey canvas shoe at the left edge of the frame.

Lettering Fine line Other Script Phrase Foot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The wire had been strung between two lorry trailers at the back of Coldharbour recreation ground since six, and by eight the crowd had the hard, greedy quiet of people who had paid for a fright. My father stood at the start of it in his grey socks, his canvas shoes lined up on the grass beside me like two dogs waiting to be called. He wouldn't walk in them. He said boots made a man think about his feet, and a man who thought about his feet was already falling.

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Mam had written the phrase on a card when they were courting, in pencil gone silver with handling, and it lived folded in the heel of his left shoe. Walk by faith. Her letters leaned forward as if they were late for something. I knew the card by heart, the way you know a hymn you secretly hate. Every season he tucked it in before the first drum roll, and every season I pretended not to notice him checking it was still there.

Halfway across, the wire sang under him and the crowd made the noise a crowd makes when it has decided to be sorry. He didn't look down. He looked at the lights on the Ferris wheel, then at the dark gap where the field met the hedge, then he took the next step as if the rope had been built for it. I held my breath so hard my ribs hurt.

He stepped off the far trailer with his arms still out, his face doing something I had never seen it do. Afterwards, in the caravan, he pulled the card from his shoe and handed it to me. The pencil had smudged where his thumb had been. On the back, in a hand I didn't know, someone had added one line: and I will carry you where you cannot go alone. I asked him who had written it. He just filled the kettle and said, Your turn, Ada, and I laughed because I thought he was joking.