Two wrists pressed together showing black script lettering, reading After all this time? on the left wrist and Always on the right, both placed on the wrist.

Wrist lettering: 'After all this time?' and 'Always'

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are shown side by side, with the palm of one hand resting against the other wrist. The left wrist carries the words After all this time? in black script, and the right wrist carries Always in a matching black script. The ink is black and grey on light skin against a dark background, with a close framing that keeps the letters sharp.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Ferrier girl had sent the telegram from Inverness, and Dorothy read it four times before she understood that the trains were not running and the boat would not sail until Thursday. She folded it into the lining of her hatbox, where she kept the things she did not want to lose: a pressed sprig of heather, a ticket stub from the Empire, and the pencilled list of everything she had meant to say to Walter Hale if he ever came back from the Somme with his face still on.

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He had come back with his face on. He had also come back with a wife in Leeds, which was the sort of thing a man forgot to mention in a letter, and which Dorothy had only learned from his sister at the tea urn. She had not spoken to him since. She had watched him cross the market square once, a parcel under each arm, and had thought how little a person changes when the thing that broke them is never named.

On Thursday the rain turned to sleet and the quay was empty except for a boy selling bread. Dorothy found Walter at the end of the pier, collar up, staring at the grey water as if it owed him money. She did not say hello. She took his left wrist in her gloved hand, pushed back the cuff, and pointed at the words she had had inked there the week before, in the little shop behind the chandler's, where the man had asked no questions and charged her a shilling for the ink.

He read it aloud, slowly, the way he read the Bible at funerals. After all this time? Then he turned his own wrist over and showed her the other, the one that said Always, and for once neither of them had a thing to add.