Black fine line tattoo of the word warrior with a semicolon in place of the i and an arrow beneath it, on a forearm.

Warrior semicolon and arrow on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo reads warr;or, with a semicolon replacing the letter i, and a single arrow runs underneath pointing to the right with small feathered fletching at the tail. The linework is thin, even and solid black with no shading. The ink sits on pale skin against a plain light background, with the design centred in the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The i sorts ran out on a Thursday, three days before the Calder Valley Courier went to press, and Walter Pell swore at the type case until the apprentice came through from the front counter to see what the commotion was. The only spare in the drawer was a semicolon, chipped at one foot and furred with lead dust. Walter said he would send to Halifax for more on the Friday. The Friday came and went, and the foundry never answered his letter.

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The headline was for the Saturday, the Mytholmroyd Rovers cup final, and the copy said WARRIOR in capitals, the one word the supporters had been bellowing all season. Mabel Shaw, who had set the paper since her husband's chest gave out, looked at the gap, then at the semicolon, and decided that a printer who lost a letter should not lose the whole headline. She set it as it stood. Walter wanted the run stopped. Mabel said the presses were already warm.

The paper sold out by noon. Letters arrived for a fortnight, half of them complaining about the punctuation and the other half asking where to buy the shirt. The club printed it on the scarves, and a schoolmaster in Todmorden wrote to say his class had voted it the best sentence in the county. Walter never did apologise, but he kept the semicolon in its own compartment and would not let anyone melt it down.

On the last morning of the season, Mabel took the printer's fist from its hook, the little brass hand that points at a line of type, and inked a single arrow beneath the headline by eye. She drew its feathers with the tip of a pin, and she pointed it to the right, where the next word would have gone.

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