Sheet of gold and silver metallic temporary tattoo designs, including stars, arrows, hearts, an infinity sign, an anchor, a shell, a butterfly and tribal bands, on a white background.

Gold and silver metallic temporary tattoo sheet

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A printed sheet of metallic temporary tattoo designs in gold and silver foil on a white background. The designs include five-pointed stars, arrows, a row of linked hearts, an infinity symbol, an anchor, a scallop shell, a butterfly, scrollwork and tribal bands, drawn mainly as thin outlines and solid shapes. A product code, YS-20, appears in the lower right corner.

Star Arrow Heart Infinity Anchor Shell Butterfly Scroll Tribal Lace Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sheet came from a stall at Stourport market for twenty pence, and my mother told me not to put any of it on my face. I stuck the lot on the cabin side instead, where the paint was already peeling and nobody would argue. Gold for the boat, silver for the water, that was how I sorted them, though Dad said the water was brown and the boat was green and neither cared what we called them.

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We were working the Trent and Mersey that summer, two boats in convoy, the Patience and our little Kestrel. Every lock needed one of us on the beam and one of us on the paddles, and the stars went onto the lock gates when nobody was looking. Each one I named after a town we'd reached. The silver arrows I kept for the locks where the keeper waved. The heart chain ran along the roof rail, a line of loops that rattled whenever the ropes swung.

At Burton the keeper's boy, Kieran, watched me fix the anchor to the rear fender. He asked if he could have the last silver arrow. I said arrows were for pointing, not for keeping, and he asked what the ropes were for then, and I had no answer that didn't sound like my father. So I peeled it off its backing and pressed it onto the lock beam where he could see it, pointing downstream, towards a sea I had never reached.

By October the rain had worn most of it away. The stars went first, then the scrolls, then the anchor, until only a thin silver loop was left on the cabin side, the infinity sign, still catching the lamp each night as we went through the locks. Dad said it was for luck on the rope. I let him think so.