Flash sheet of ornate black script capital letters A to Z with flourishes and two numerals, drawn as lettering designs with no body placement shown.

Decorative script alphabet flash sheet

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of decorative capital letters in a flowing copperplate-style script, drawn in black linework with bold strokes and fine looping flourishes. The letters are arranged in a grid across the page, with the alphabet running from A to Z and two numerals included among them. The design is entirely black on a plain white background, with no shading or colour.

Lettering Alphabet Script Flourish Numeral Monogram

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The penman came up from Plymouth on the Tuesday coach with a leather case and nothing else, and Mrs Hosking gave him the back attic because it had the sea in its window. He asked only for a clean table and the morning post. Each day he sat with his steel nib and drew capitals on cartridge paper, the A with its loop trailing off like a kite string, then the B, the G, and two numerals he would not explain.

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Mrs Hosking's daughter Ada, who was nine and meant to be a schoolmistress, copied them in the corridor when no one was looking. She learned the D first, because its little tail curled back on itself, and then the Y, which looked like a fish hung up to dry. By Michaelmas she could write the whole row, and the guests began asking who had lettered the board by the gate, since it was not the board the penman had been paid to paint.

He left in October and forgot his case. On the table lay a sheet with every letter drawn over once more, and along the bottom, in a hand Ada could not yet manage, the word HOME. Mrs Hosking put it in the drawer with the rent book. The next winter the gales took the board off the gable, and Ada found the sheet again, and the H had been drawn so tall its flourish ran off the edge of the paper and onto the wood of the table.

The spring she turned twelve, Ada painted a new board herself and hung it where the old one had been. When the guests asked what the name was, she told them it was theirs to read, and that the salt air would do the rest in its own time.