Small black typewriter-style lettering reading wanderlust on the inner wrist, with gold bangles and a mountain landscape behind.

Wanderlust lettering on the inner wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of the word wanderlust set in small black typewriter-style capitals and lowercase across the inner wrist. The lettering is crisp and solid black with no visible shading. The wrist is stacked with gold-toned bangles and charms, and a blurred hillside and mountain ridge fill the background in soft greens and greys.

Lettering Forearm Wanderlust Word Lettering Mountain Bangle Charm Landscape Nail polish

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Ashdown brought the typewriter in on a Tuesday, wrapped in a bath towel and a sheet of brown paper, and set it on my bench as though it might bite. The lowercase e had seized. The capital W sat a hair below the line, as if it had been trying to leave for years. I told her it would take a week. She said she had a fortnight and no patience, which I took to mean she had been waiting on something since her husband died.

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I found the trouble inside the carriage. Someone had wedged a folded postcard under the platen, a view of the Cairngorms with the sky gone the colour of weak tea, and on its back, in faint blue ribbon, the word wanderlust was typed over and over until the ribbon ran dry. Nobody had told me that. Nobody had told me she had ever typed anything but invoices.

I cleaned the e, filed the W, and wrote to the address printed on the card, a guesthouse in Fort William that had closed before I was born. A fortnight later a fat envelope came from a woman in Oban. The postcard was from her sister, who had gone to Canada with a rucksack and a machine she could not carry, and had left the typewriter behind with a note saying it was for whoever stayed put.

Mrs Ashdown collected it on the Friday. She turned the carriage and struck one line, slow and crooked, just to hear the bell ring at the end of it. Then she slid the postcard into her coat, jingled her keys, and walked out into the rain without asking what I was owed.