Flash sheet of metallic gold and black temporary tattoo designs in a geometric style, including chevrons, triangles, arrows, feathers, a cross, chains and a heart.

Metallic geometric flash sheet in gold and black

Geometric · Mixed · Flash

A sheet of metallic temporary tattoo designs on a white backing, with vertical bands of chain, beaded and hexagon patterns along the sides. Central motifs include stacked chevrons, nested triangles, crossed arrows, a cross, a small heart and three feathers in gold and black foil. The flat, evenly spaced layout shows each design in clean outlines and solid foil fills against a plain white background.

Geometric Chevron Triangle Arrow Feather Cross Heart Chain Hexagon Diamond Bracelet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Wind's getting up, so mind the tiller, and I'll tell you why the Mercy Ann still hauls forty fathoms of chain in her hold, though she hasn't tied up to a bollard since the winter the Ouse froze. Her owner, Dolly Fenn, could have sold that iron for scrap a dozen times over. Men offered. Men with motor launches and clean hands offered more than the boat was worth. Dolly only laughed and said a chain doesn't hold a boat, it holds a promise, and you don't sell a promise by the pound.

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The trouble started with her brother Alf, who had a head for numbers and a weakness for the card tables at Selby. He owed money to a man who kept a boathouse with gold lettering on the door, and that man wanted the Mercy Ann in settlement. So one foggy morning Alf cast off without asking anyone and steered her downriver towards the sea, where the man's cousin waited with a tow line and a grin.

Dolly took the rowing skiff and followed him into the mist. The lamps along the bank threw long arrows of light across the water, and the mill chimneys sent up three thin feathers of smoke, and she steered by those the way her father had taught her. She caught the Mercy Ann at the bend below the mill. Alf stood at the tiller with his face grey as the river. She didn't shout. She threw him the end of the chain and said, hold that, and he did, and the two of them brought her home hand over hand.

Alf paid his debt in the end, though not in money. He spent the rest of his days splicing rope on the foredeck, and every night he coiled that chain again, link by link, the way Dolly had shown him. Some folk say it's a daft way to keep a boat. I say it's the only honest weight I've ever carried.