Black line flash sheet of lightning bolts, clouds and the words Lightning and Thunderbolt, shown as designs with no body placement.

Lightning bolt and cloud flash sheet

Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of black ink designs showing lightning bolts of varying shapes, from jagged zigzags to forked and cracked outlines, alongside outlined clouds. Some designs carry the mirrored words Lightning and Thunderbolt in simple lettering. The sheet is arranged in a loose grid on a plain white background with solid black fills and clean outlines.

Lightning Lightning bolt Cloud Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cloud came over the colliery wheel before the shift bell had finished, low and bruised, and Ada Mercer stood at the lamp room hatch counting the men through with the pencil she kept behind her ear for the purpose. Forty-one. Forty-two was Tommy Hart, late again, his boots unlaced and his cap in his hand as if he had been running.

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Thunder rolled down the valley in a flat, heavy roar. Then the sky split above the headgear and a bolt ran from the cloud to the iron wheel in three jagged kinks, white as a cut, and every lamp in the yard flickered at once. Nobody spoke. Her father had told her once that lightning hunted for the highest iron it could find and then went looking for the ground, and she had never decided whether to believe him.

Tommy reached the hatch. Ada handed him his tally disc and he grinned at her, the grin of a boy who had outrun a storm. 'Mind the cage,' she said. 'It hums before it fails.' He laughed, but he looked up at the wire ropes and did not laugh again, and he kept one hand on the rail the whole way down.

At half past two the telephone in the office rang with word that the cage had held and the storm had gone over towards the Gelli fields. Ada wrote the time in the book beside the tally: forked, cracked, and nobody hurt. Outside the cloud had torn open, and the stars came through the gaps like pinpricks in black card.