A black and grey flash sheet of dotwork tattoo designs including a rabbit, a squirrel in a star, a bicycle, a camera, a hot air balloon and a flower bouquet.

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Black and grey flash sheet of animals, objects and flowers

Dotwork · Black and grey · Flash

A sheet of drawn tattoo designs laid out on paper, showing a rabbit, a squirrel within a triangle star, a bicycle, a camera, a hot air balloon, a bouquet of flowers, lily of the valley and an artichoke. The linework is fine and built up with stippled dots and hatching, with geometric frames and dotted guide lines around several motifs. The sheet is entirely black ink on white, with no colour.

Dotwork Botanical Geometric Rabbit Squirrel Bicycle Camera Hot air balloon Flower Bouquet Star Triangle Umbrella

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Frith pinned the flash sheet above her kettle, and every morning the things on it had crept a little closer to the edge of the paper. The hare's waistcoat was buttoned wrong. The squirrel kept glaring at his triangle star as if it owed him rent.

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The bicycle went first. It had been drawn with such care, every spoke a fine dotted line, that it felt entitled to a road. One wet Tuesday it rolled clean off the paper and left a ring of stipple on the table, and the hare went after it, camera bumping at his chest, the hot air balloon swaying on its thread above them both.

They went through the market past the artichoke seller, who would not look up, and out along the cliff where the lily of the valley grew in the damp shade of the bluffs. The hare took a photograph of the sea. The squirrel took a handful of seed from the bouquet, though the flowers complained. The balloon tried and tried to climb, but it was waiting for a wind that never arrived.

At dusk the rain came in sideways. The umbrella, which had lain folded in the bottom corner of the sheet all those years, opened itself on the cliff path with a crack like a dropped book, and the hare crouched beneath it with the balloon bobbing over his ears. Ada found them there in her oilskin, soaked to the knee. She said nothing. She fetched her fine pen and drew a dotted line from the cliff back to the paper, and by morning everything had gone home except the balloon, which still hangs over the edge of the sheet, waiting.