Fine line black script tattoo reading 'You are my sunshine' across the upper back, with a pale blue bra strap below it.

You are my sunshine script on upper back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

A close view of a person's upper back showing the words 'You are my sunshine' in thin black cursive script. The linework is fine and even, with the letters sloping gently across the skin below the neckline. Surrounding details include a pale turquoise bra strap, a black and white patterned top and a silver chain necklace, with a blurred crowd in the background.

Lettering Fine line Back Script Quote Handwriting

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Margaret had written the letter four times and burned three of them in the range. The fourth sat under the salt cellar on the kitchen table in Grimsby, addressed to Tom Ashby, deckhand on the trawler Ada Mary, somewhere past the Dogger Bank. The post would not reach him until the boat put in again, and she still could not find a line that didn't sound like a hymn or a complaint about the coal.

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The paper was the blue-lined kind from the chandler's on Victoria Street. The song had come over the wireless that winter, and she had been humming it while she gutted herring, and somewhere between the gills and the spine she decided a man ought to know he was the sunshine in someone's kitchen. So she wrote it out in her best hand, looping the Y like a fishhook, and then she let the pen rest and listened to the clock.

What she did not write was the fog that had sat on the Humber for nine days, or the Tuesday when a lamp was seen going out past the pier and not seen again. Her sister-in-law had brought round a pan of stew and not sat down. Margaret had thanked her and kept the lid on the pot, because a kitchen with a lid on the pot was a kitchen that expected someone home.

On Friday the gulls started up over the fish dock before first light. She heard the engine before she saw the boat, low and uneven, and she went down the steps with the envelope still unsealed in her apron pocket. There was no need to post it now. She would read it to him on the quay, all of it, the Y and the hymn and the coal, and he would tell her she had got the spelling of Dogger wrong, and she would let him.