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Egyptian motif flash sheet

Black and grey · Flash

A black line drawing sheet of Egyptian-themed tattoo designs arranged across a white background. It includes a profile of a woman with a tall headdress, a winged sphinx, a cat, an ankh, an Eye of Horus, a pharaoh mask, a winged scarab, a standing Anubis figure, an ibis, pyramids and snakes. The linework is fine and uniform, with dotted and patterned fills in the figures and ornaments, and the designs are spaced evenly with no shading or colour.

Egyptian Cat Ankh Eye of horus Pyramid Snake Lotus Wing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ewes had been fed since first light, but the cat still sat on the gatepost with its tail wrapped round its feet, as if it had been waiting longer than anyone. Ruth broke the skin of ice on the trough with the heel of her boot and watched her breath go out over the drain. On the far bank a white bird stood in the shallows with its long curved beak tucked low, patient as a clerk.

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Uncle Frank's drawings were still in the tack room, pinned to the beam above the saddle rack, a dozen sheets gone the colour of weak tea from the stove. In the eighties he had sent them up to a studio in Peterborough, gods and beetles and snakes for any labourer or sailor who wanted something to show off at the Boston fair. Most of the men had come back for their designs. A few hadn't. Ruth had found the sheets the week after the funeral and had not yet decided whether to burn them or keep them.

The cat came in behind her, shook the snow from its ears and settled under the bare bulb. She took down the sheet with the eye on it, and the little winged beetle beside it, and laid them on the bench. The cat stretched out a paw and touched the beetle's drawn wing, then looked up at her with the calm of something that had seen the same picture many times before.

She warmed a saucer of milk on the stove and set it by the door. When she went back out, the bird had gone from the bank, but the prints of its feet were still there in the thin snow, neat as the lines on Frank's paper, leading straight to the barn.