Black and grey flash drawing of a vinyl record on a turntable framed by two traditional roses and ink swirls, shown on paper.

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Record player with two roses design

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink drawing shows a vinyl record on a turntable with its tonearm resting on the record, framed by two roses with shaded petals and leaves. Curling ink swirls and splashes fill the spaces around the turntable. The linework is bold with hatched shading on the record, petals and leaves, and the design is drawn on a plain grey background.

Traditional Rose Swirl Music

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had come over the top field by Candlemas, and the lane to Harrow Fold was gone under it. Hettie Marsh kept the lamp lit in the parlour because the Pritchard boy would have to come that way with the milk, if he came at all. She had not wound anything since Tom died, but the turntable his brother carried up from Kendal sat on the sideboard under a cloth, with a record still on it and its arm laid across the grooves where he had left it.

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The boy came at dusk, white to the eyebrows, with a lamb he had dug out of a drift under one arm. He stood dripping on the mat and looked at the sideboard. "Is it true you have music?" he asked. She said nothing for a while. Then she pulled the cloth off, and the dust rose gold in the lamplight, and she lifted the arm with two fingers the way Tom had shown her and set it down again on the first band.

A fiddle came out of the horn, thin and bright, and it crackled like frost on a window. The lamb bleated, the boy hummed under his breath, and Hettie found her feet moving on the flagstones before she had decided anything. When the needle skipped at the worn place, she let it skip, because Tom had always said the scratch was the part that made the record theirs.

At first light the snow had stopped and the boy was gone, the lamb buttoned inside his coat. On the window the frost had grown into ferns and then into rosettes, petals opening where the warm breath of the room had touched the glass. Hettie left them there for the sun to take. She put the cloth back over the turntable but did not lower the arm, and she did not wind it up either.