Black and grey pencil flash sheet showing heart lettering designs, a globe with a ribbon banner, a lightning bolt, a shoe and heart, and a linework portrait with lightning bolt face makeup.

Lettering and heart flash sheet

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A pencil drawing on white paper of several flash designs arranged across the sheet. Designs include hearts with script wording, a globe with a ribbon banner and flowers, a lightning bolt, a shoe with a heart, and a linework portrait with a lightning bolt across the face. The lines are clean and uniform with light shading, and the sheet is in black and grey throughout.

Lettering Traditional Heart Lettering Script Globe Ribbon Banner Flower Lightning bolt Shoe Portrait Alien Planet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the 9.14 is never on time and we've got till it comes. You want the one about the stationmaster's girl and the tall fellow with lightning across his face? Right. Her name was Maisie Crane and she sorted the parcels in the back room at Ashby Road, where the lamps buzzed like wasps. One wet Thursday in March a man stepped off the last train carrying a battered cardboard case and wearing a pair of blue suede shoes so bright they hurt to look at.

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He asked her the way to the planetarium, which there isn't one, and she told him so. He laughed like a man who'd been told it was raining on another planet. He said he'd come a long way to look at the earth from the outside and it had turned out a bit blue, which he took as a compliment. Then he asked if she knew how to dance, and she said only in the kitchen with the wireless on.

Every evening after that he came to the platform at the same minute, and every evening she brought him tea from the urn, and every evening they took one slow turn under the lamp while the signal bell rang. Her mother said he was a stray. The stationmaster said he was a nuisance. The bolt of lightning on his cheek flickered whenever an engine came through, as if it were listening.

On the last night of the month the case was gone and so was he, and the shoes sat side by side on the bench, polished. Maisie put them on and walked to the end of the platform. Nobody has seen the tall fellow since. But if you stand under that lamp in the rain when the 9.14 goes by, you'll hear someone counting time under their breath, and you'll know he hasn't finished the dance.