A grid of twelve flat, outlined flash designs in blue, red, green and light blue, including a snake and dagger, a MOM heart, a skull, a ship and a diamond.

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Grid of twelve flat flash designs

Colour · Flash

The image shows twelve separate flat-vector flash designs arranged in a three by four grid on a white background. Subjects include a snake wrapped around a dagger, a heart with a dagger and a MOM banner, a skull in a sailor cap, a crowned bird, a sailing ship, an elephant above a THUG LIFE banner, mountains with a sun, two birds with leaves, a flame with a house, a diamond with rays, a flame with a car, and a hammer and sickle. Each design uses bold blue outlines with simple red, green, orange and light blue fills and no shading.

Snake Dagger Heart Mom Skull Bird Crown Ship Elephant Banner Mountain Sun Leaves Flame House Diamond Car Hammer Flash sheet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

They came back to the school hall on the last Saturday in May, and nobody could say afterwards who had found the box first. It had been pushed under the stage with a bent recorder and a jumper no one would claim. Inside was a sheet of paper folded in four, with twelve small pictures in blue biro, each coloured in with whatever pencils the children had to hand: red for the fire, green for the leaves, a thin orange for the sun.

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Maggie Tully read the names out in register order, and each grown-up stood up to claim the drawing they had made at nine. The boy who had put a snake round a dagger had become a surgeon in Leeds and sent his apologies. The girl with the crowned bird had gone to sea and never written. Harold Batt took the skull in the sailor cap, though he had never once been near the water, and he laughed too loudly about it.

The old caretaker, who had watched the children draw those pictures on a wet Friday, said the sheet was a kind of promise. A thing drawn in a child's hand, he said, keeps its word until the drawer comes home to collect it. Nobody took him seriously until the mountains on the page turned pale blue in the light from the door.

Harold put the sheet in his coat pocket that night. On Monday he caught the early train north with a rucksack and a borrowed compass, and the drawing of the ship stayed folded against his chest the whole way to the coast.