Pencil drawing of a revolver with a wooden grip and three banners of handwritten lettering, shown as a tattoo design sketch with no body placement.

Revolver with banner lettering design

Black and grey · Flash

A pencil sketch of a revolver with a shaded wooden grip, a cylinder with a visible round, and a bullet in the frame. Three curved banners carry handwritten lettering across the gun and the trigger guard, and a smaller line of text sits in the bottom left corner. The drawing uses black graphite with grey shading and sits on a pale paper background.

Revolver Gun Banner Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Jo, I've found the gun. It was in Mum's old Quality Street tin, under the potting bench where the sweet peas used to dry, wrapped in a tea towel that smelled of creosote. It isn't real. It's the prop from the Pinewood Players' Annie Get Your Gun, grey paint worn through to tin on the grip, and the cylinder won't turn anymore. Dad must have kept it after the panto that year he played the sheriff and forgot his lines in front of the whole Women's Institute.

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Taped inside the lid was a seed packet, the runner bean one, and on the back Mum had written in her tidy capitals: THE PERSON THAT YOU'D TAKE A BULLET FOR IS BEHIND THE TRIGGER. Underneath, in Dad's pencil, someone had added FOR MISS, MISSING YOU, and then crossed out the word missing and written it again. I laughed out loud in the empty shed, which the dog didn't appreciate.

You thought it was morbid when we argued about it at the funeral home, and maybe it is. But I've been turning it over all afternoon, and I think she meant the person who keeps coming back to the garden to pull the weeds, the one who decides where the dahlias go. That's the one behind the trigger, Jo. Not the one you'd shield. The one who holds on.

I've put the gun on the windowsill with the tin. The dahlias are in the bed by the gate, exactly where she wanted them. Come on Sunday and bring the good secateurs, the ones with the green handles. We'll cut what's ready and take it round to Mrs Pryce, who will tell us we've done it wrong.