Flash sheet of gold, silver and black metallic temporary tattoo designs, including feathers, a hamsa hand, chevrons, a cross, the word dream in an infinity loop and tribal bands.

Metallic temporary tattoo sheet with feathers and chevrons

Geometric · Mixed · Flash

The white sheet shows a grid of separate tattoo designs: feathers, an infinity symbol with the word dream, stacked chevrons, a cross, a hamsa hand with an eye, and vertical bands of chains, triangles and tribal diamond patterns. The designs are drawn in clean outlines and solid fills with some fine detail on the hamsa. The ink is metallic gold and silver with black accents, arranged in an even, flat layout with no body part shown.

Geometric Feather Infinity Dream Chevron Cross Hamsa Hand Triangle Chain Tribal Diamond

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Penrose counted the transfer sheets twice, because the first count came up one short, and a short count was how the money went missing in the first place. Forty-one sheets, each a grid of gold and silver that cost a penny at the gate and came off with a damp sponge in a week. The feathers sold best. The infinity sign with DREAM scrawled through its loop had done well last summer, when the posters still promised three rings and an elephant.

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The big top had been patched so many times that its stripes had faded to the colour of weak tea. Lucan, who had run the ring for thirty years, was in a care home in Margate now, asking after horses that had been sold in 1994. Mirela still worked the booth beside the candy floss, and every evening she pressed a hamsa hand onto the wrists of anyone who would sit still for it, saying the eye would keep off the bad luck of the road. Ada had never believed in luck, but she had watched that eye sell out faster than anything else on the sheet.

On the last Saturday, in a wet field outside Ipswich, a boy of about nine came to the booth with his father's coins in a fist. He wanted the chains, all of them, running up his arm like a bracelet of rain. 'Will they stay on for good?' he asked. Ada told him a week if he kept them dry. He looked so disappointed that she gave him the gold cross as well, though it never went in the till. 'Then it's only pretending,' he said. 'Most things are,' she said, and was surprised by how much she meant it.

That night she packed the sheets into a biscuit tin and kept the last one back. The lorry idled by the gate with its engine ticking. She held the sheet up to the lamp and saw that the gold had worn thin in the middle, so the cross glowed faintly from underneath. She pressed it flat against the lid of the tin and left it there for the lorry to carry out into the dark.