Black and white line drawing of a tattoo design with a diamond-faceted heart, two roses, two swallows and ribbon scrolls, shown on paper beside pens and an iPod.

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Diamond heart, roses and swallows design sheet

Neo-trad · Black and grey · Flash

A black line drawing of a tattoo design on paper, showing a faceted diamond heart framed by a lace-like border, with two roses, two swallows and curling ribbons. The outlines are clean and even, with hatched shading in the swallow wings and the heart facets. The design fills a diagonal composition across the sheet, with pens and an iPod with earphones resting at the top left.

Neo-trad Heart Diamond Rose Swallow Ribbon Bow Lace Teardrop

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The swallows came back to Carrow Pit the spring after the roof fell, and Mags Tremayne said that meant the air had cleared enough for the men to go down again. She sat on the bench outside the lamp room with her knitting and counted them as they dipped under the headframe, one, two, and the ones that didn't come back she never named aloud.

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Emrys Hosking found the stone on a Tuesday, when the seam had gone thin and the lads were too frightened to swing a pick. It sat in the grey rock like a clenched fist, and when he chipped it free it was a heart, clear as cold water, cut into facets by nothing but the dark and the weight of the earth. He put it in his cap and carried it up the shaft with his face turned from the light, because his mother had told him a thing from underground should not be looked at too long in the sun.

The manager wanted it for the company, and the chapel wanted it for the altar, and the widows wanted it sold so the rent could be paid. Emrys said nothing. On the Sunday he walked up past the spoil heap, where the wild roses had pushed through the slate, and tied the stone in a length of red ribbon from his mother's drawer. He left it on the step of Lorna Pell's cottage, her husband's name still chalked on the door frame, and went back down to his shift before anyone could thank him.

That evening the swallows wheeled over the headframe in a long loop. Lorna saw them from the window and tied the ribbon to the latch so the stone would not fall into the gutter. Her husband had always said the birds flew low before rain. Tomorrow would be fair, she decided, and she went to bed with the lamp still lit.