Neo-traditional flash drawing of a queen and a skeleton king on playing cards, with a red rose and red hearts, in black and grey with red accents.

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Queen and skeleton king playing card design

Neo-trad · Mixed · Flash

A black and grey drawing of a crowned queen and a skeleton king, set against large playing cards marked Q and K with red hearts. A red rose is held between the queen's hands, and the skeleton holds a small object in its fingers. Smooth shading and bold outlines fill the figures, with red used for the hearts, rose and card lettering against the pale background.

Neo-trad Queen King Skeleton Playing card Rose Heart Crown

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The skeleton came to the alehouse at Ashby Cross the week after Michaelmas, when the lane had turned to a river and nobody was sober enough to bar the door. He sat down across from Mary Tallow, who had been dealing cards for her brother's debts since the spring, and he laid out his hand face up. The pasteboard was stiff and old, the corners soft and red as if they had been handled by a great many thumbs. Mary had a rose pressed in her Bible that her mother had left her, and she felt it against her ribs as she picked up the cards.

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"One hand," the king said, and his jaw clicked like a latch. "Win, and the debt goes back into the wood with me. Lose, and you come and keep my house." Her brother was snoring in the settle behind them, his name chalked on the wall with the others. Mary nodded and took her cards.

She played the queen of hearts last, the way her mother had taught her, holding it low until the bones across the table had nothing left to lead. The king looked at it a long time. Then he took a small brass ring from his finger, set it on the wood between them, and laughed so loudly the landlord dropped a tankard.

They found the ledger clean the next morning and her brother sober for the first time in a year. Every October since, Mary has walked to the ash at the edge of Hollin Wood with the ring in her palm and a rose from the hedge, and she leaves them both in the roots. The ash never has a rose of its own, but the lane below it is red with hips by the first frost.