Pencil drawing of a smiling and a frowning theatre mask over a diamond lattice pattern, with swirls and dots around them.

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Comedy and tragedy masks design

Black and grey · Flash

The drawing shows two theatre masks side by side, one smiling and one with a downturned frowning mouth, with closed almond-shaped eyes. Fine pencil hatching and soft shading give the masks dimension, and the faces are set against a diamond lattice background. Looping scrolls and small dots surround the masks, and the image is entirely in black and grey.

Diamond pattern Swirl Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dough does not care what kind of night you have had. At ten to four I had flour to the elbows, the deck oven ticking up to heat, and Mrs Fenwick's wedding cob still waiting on the bench. Above the proving cabinet hang the two masks my father brought home from the last tour of the Lantern Players, glued to a board that once held up a painted castle. One grins with its cheeks pushed high. The other has its mouth turned down like a shut purse.

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Dad played the fool in that company, all diamonds and bells, and he used to say the trick to a good loaf was the same as the trick to a good show: you let both faces have their turn. He fed a starter he called Gerald for thirty-one years, and when he died I inherited Gerald along with the masks, the ovens and a debt to the council. I still talk to Gerald. I still tell him the masks are watching.

This morning I scored Mrs Fenwick's cob with a razor, meaning to cut a neat cross, and my hand slipped in the middle. The blade dragged one long curve across the top and a short hook beneath it, so that when I held the loaf under the lamp it looked like it was smiling and grieving at once. I nearly reshaped it. Instead I slid it onto the stone and shut the door.

When I opened the oven at half six the crust had blistered to the colour of toffee and the cut had opened wide, a grin on one side and a frown on the other. The light coming up over the car park lay across the cooling rack, its wire grid throwing diamonds onto the flour-dusted table. I tore off the heel for Dad's chair, set it down beside the masks, and the robin came down for it before the kettle boiled.