Traditional flash sheet of coloured designs including a flask with a LET'S COOK ribbon, scales with BETTER CALL SAUL, and a gas mask, all with black outlines on cream paper.

Flash sheet of TV-themed designs with quoted phrases

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A flash sheet of hand-drawn designs in a bold, black-outlined traditional style with coloured fills and soft red and teal halo shading. Subjects include a flask with a ribbon reading LET'S COOK, a sombrero above a bone, a chilli powder jar, a cloche with DING, scales with BETTER CALL SAUL, a knife, a turtle with a figure's head, a gas mask, a motorhome with I WILL NOT BE HARASSED, a teddy bear, two flip phones and a fedora. The designs are arranged loosely across a cream background with mostly colour ink.

Traditional Bone Knife Turtle Jar Halo

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Lionel, the van is still on the harbour wall where you left it, and the gulls have decided it belongs to them. I've put the teddy bear back in the back window so the council man stops writing me letters. He says it's an eyesore. I say it's the only thing in that van that ever kept its temper.

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Mr Rooke from the chandlery came round Tuesday asking about the smell. I told him it was the mackerel boat. He didn't believe me, and he had the good grace not to say so. Your gas mask is still on the hook in the boathouse, and the flask with the ribbon round its neck is cooling by the window. I haven't touched the jar of blue glass chips. Mum said you meant to sell them to a glazier in Penzance, and I'd rather not be the one who asks what they were really for.

Thursday the clerk from the solicitors brought back the brass scales he'd borrowed from the courthouse steps and asked if I'd seen his fedora. I said it was on the chilli jar in the kitchen, where you'd hidden it, and he laughed for a full minute. He said you were always a terrible liar and a worse cook.

The two flip phones are charging on the windowsill. They ring every night at nine, a tinny chime like the bell on a hotel desk, and I have never once picked up. I think I'm waiting to learn which of you is calling, and whether either of you will say sorry first.