Grid of black silhouette ornaments including swirls, flowers, leaves, butterflies and snowflakes on a white background, shown as a flash sheet.

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Black silhouette ornament flash sheet

Black and grey · Flash

A large grid of small black silhouette motifs on a plain white background. The motifs include spiral swirls, flowers, leaves, clubs, snowflakes, stars, droplets and butterflies, each drawn as solid filled shapes with no shading. The sheet is arranged in evenly spaced rows, like a reference page of design elements.

Swirl Flower Leaf Butterfly Snowflake Star Droplet Club Ornament Silhouette

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Brierley had cut the same forty-two motifs from zinc plates for eleven years at the Hollinhurst stencil works, and she knew each one by its weight in the hand. The droplet cracked if you pressed too hard. The club needed a second pass on the left lobe. The snowflake was the one nobody ordered, a six-armed thing with fine spurs at every joint, so it sat at the bottom of the sheet collecting dust while the tulips and spirals went out to every wallpaper printer between Oldham and Leeds.

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In the spring the foreman, Mr Pendlebury, drew a line through the snowflake and wrote tulip beside it. Ada said nothing at the bench. That evening she carried the blank plate home inside her coat, and under the gas lamp in her kitchen she cut it again, slowly, with her brother Tom snoring behind the curtain and the snips squeaking at every turn. She kept the offcuts in a tobacco tin.

The winter came early that year. The pass road over Blackstone shut in November, and the carrier's van carrying the tulip orders sat in a lay-by at the foot of the moor for nine days while its driver played cards with the farmers. Pendlebury came down to the cutting room with his collar turned up and asked Ada, quite civilly, whether she had anything in her drawer that might fill a gap in a border.

She took out the snowflake and pressed it against the window glass, where the frost had begun to bloom in the corners. Whiting went through the holes like flour through a sieve. When she lifted the plate away, a six-armed star stood white on the pane, and beyond it the first flakes began to drift down over the yard, each one exact, as if the sky had only been waiting for somebody to place the order.