Black handwritten script lettering reading who cares on a plain white background, a fine line lettering design with no body placement shown.

Who cares script lettering design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the words who cares written in a handwritten, monoline script in black ink on a white background. The lines are smooth and of even weight, with looping connecting strokes between letters and a long swash under the word cares. The composition is centred, with the two words stacked and plenty of white space around them.

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Mrs Ivy Pargeter had sorted lost property at Little Harnham station for nineteen years, and in that time she had found dentures, a stuffed heron and eleven umbrellas that all belonged to the same bishop. None of them had ever made her stop. The brown case that arrived on the 4.10 in March did, because someone had pinned a scrap of card to its handle and written two words across it in a looping hand, the sort a schoolmaster would once have rapped across the knuckles.

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The case held a tin of barley sugar, a pair of good brogues wrapped in the Bristol Evening Post, and a ledger with entries going back to 1936. Every page carried a single line in that same looping pen. Ivy read the first one twice: 'Mother says the chapel roof will come down on us. Who cares.' The entries went on, each a small grievance, each ending in the same shrug. Ivy began to suspect the owner had never meant to leave it behind at all.

She wrote to the address on the baggage tag, a boarding house on Gull Terrace. The reply came a week later on paper so thin it bent in the post. A Miss Constance Hale explained that the case had been her sister's, and that Lottie had walked out at Easter with a travelling salesman in a green Austin and never looked back. 'Keep the brogues,' the letter said. 'Lottie always said the rest was rubbish. I suppose she was right about that much.'

Ivy kept the ledger in the drawer under the counter. On slow afternoons she turned to the last page, which was blank, and sometimes she uncapped her pen and wrote a line of her own. Nobody came to claim anything that spring, which suited her fine. When she finally wrote under the last entry, she signed it with her initials and, after a moment's thought, added a little loop beneath the words, the way Lottie would have done.