Black lettering tattoo reading WOAH with a diamond ring in the O, with a smaller line of text beneath, on the inner forearm near the wrist.

Woah slogan with diamond ring on wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink tattoo on the inner wrist and forearm reads WOAH in bold block capitals, with a diamond ring replacing the O. Initials and a date sit inside the ring, and a smaller line of text runs beneath the main word. The ink looks flat and printed, possibly a temporary tattoo, and the photo has a plain white background with a white rose and a sprig of leaves at the right edge.

Lettering Forearm Lettering Initial Date Slogan Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Gerald Pike had run the lost property office at Hollinbridge for nineteen years, and in that time he had returned umbrellas, dentures, a tortoise and a wedding dress, but never a diamond ring tucked behind the lid of a bin by the ticket barriers. The band was thin and the stone bright enough to catch the strip light. Inside, someone had scratched T and M and a date, six twenty-six.

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Nadia Okoro came in at four with an apology ready, and it fell apart at the counter. She had planned to propose on platform two, she said, to a man called Tom who never noticed anything. She had got as far as one knee when the 17:42 to Leeds came roaring in, the ring slipped off her fingers and rolled under the bench, and Tom, who had been reading his phone, shouted something that sounded like woah and climbed aboard without looking back.

Gerald wrote the description on the form: one ring, yellow metal, initials inside, found near the bins. Nadia watched his pen and said, 'Put that he's a pillock.' Gerald wrote it in pencil, which was as far as his licence went. He did not write that she had already bought a second ring, or that she had been sure of the answer for a year.

Tom came back on the 18:10 with a face like a dropped pie, asking whether anyone had handed in a ring. Gerald slid the tissue across the counter. Tom studied the scratched letters for a long time, then looked at Nadia, who was sitting on the bench by the lost umbrellas with her arms folded. Gerald stamped the form with a flourish he had never once used in nineteen years, and went back to his crossword.