Black and white flash sheet of small line tattoo designs, including an om symbol, a hamsa hand with an evil eye, script words and a crescent moon, in fine line and lettering styles.

Black and white flash sheet of small designs

Fine line · Mixed · Flash

A flash sheet titled Black & White Pack on a white background, showing about sixteen small tattoo designs. They include an om symbol, sun, shell, sunglasses, anchor, sailboat, American flag, the word dope, arrow, infinity sign, heart, daisy, diamond, hamsa hand, script words good vibes, wanderlust and happy, music note, lightning bolt, crescent moon, planet and eye. Most designs are clean black linework with some solid fills, and the hamsa eye has a small blue iris.

Fine line Lettering Om Sun Shell Anchor Sailboat American flag Arrow Infinity Heart Daisy Diamond Hamsa Wanderlust Music note Lightning bolt Crescent moon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Pardoe pinned the flash sheet to the back wall of the Lantern Parlour in the June of 1958, and nobody in Saltcombe could say what half of it meant. The sailboat was for the fishermen, the anchor for their wives, and the American flag for the lad from the air base at Hollin who came in every Saturday with a new word off the wireless. Dope, he said, tapping the script with a bitten fingernail. I told him it meant a fool. He said that was the same thing in Ohio.

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The hamsa was the one that sold. A widow from Brine Row came in with her late husband's gloves in a carrier bag and asked for the open hand on her wrist, the eye in its palm to watch the water for her. Pardoe inked it slowly, the blue iris last, and when she paid in coppers she said the eye looked more awake than the ones on the boats. He didn't laugh. He wiped the needle and said that was the point of an eye.

The girls from the hotel wanted the words. Good vibes, wanderlust, happy, all in that loopy hand Pardoe was proud of. He would only do them if they drew him something first, so they sat at the scarred table with his pencils and gave him a moon, a lightning bolt, a planet with a ring that fell off the page. He kept the drawings in the till drawer. By September the sheet had curled in the sea wind, the sun faded to a pale smudge, and the eye in the hand still stared out from the wall, the only thing in the room that never once looked away from the door.