Black linework flash sheet of numbered circular mandala designs, mostly geometric with floral and star motifs, shown without any body placement.

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Numbered circular mandala flash sheet

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A grid of nineteen numbered circular designs drawn in black linework on a white background. Each design has concentric rings, radial symmetry and geometric motifs such as stars, diamonds, scrolls and petal shapes. The sheet uses solid black fills and fine outlines, with no greys or colour.

Geometric Mandala Flash sheet Star Diamond Petal Scroll Floral motif Radial pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pull your stools closer, for the snow has shut the Thrale road and no carter will be through before Lady Day. Listen, then, to the tale of the Widow Ashgrove's wheel. She had nineteen hooks above her hearth, and on each she hung a disc of beaten brass, every one cut with a different face of the sky: an eight-pointed star, a diamond nested inside a diamond, a rosebud folded into a scroll. Her son was a pedlar, and she called the discs his road map.

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The first winter he went north with a pack of thread and came back with nothing but a cracked compass. The second he sent a letter from Carrick that read only, 'the stars are where you left them.' She turned the star disc to face the window and waited. Ash fell in the grate. Neighbours came in with salt pork and bad news about the bridge, and still she waited, turning a fresh disc each time the moon went round.

In the nineteenth winter the latch lifted in a gust of white, and a man stood in the doorway with frost in his beard and a tin box under his arm. He did not speak. He set the box on the table and opened it. Inside lay a single brass circle, blank on one side, and on the other the rings had been rubbed bright by a hundred thumbs. He had carried her map all the way from Carrick, he said, so he could never lose the road home.

She hung the blank disc on a twentieth hook, the only one she had never needed, and the snow kept falling on the road to Thrale. Nobody asked her why she smiled.