Black line flash sheet of semi colon tattoo designs, including anchors, wings, flowers, butterflies, dragonflies and hearts, with prices noted at the top.

Semi colon tattoo flash sheet

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

A printed flash sheet showing semi colon tattoo designs grouped into three tiers labelled standard, semi-fancy and fancy, with prices shown in dollars. Designs range from simple solid semi colons to ornamental line drawings of anchors, wings, flowers and butterflies, and tribal-style shapes built around the punctuation mark. The artwork is entirely black on a white background, with bold strokes in the fancy tier and finer outlines in the semi-fancy tier.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mother Sole would not let the ringmaster end the show, though the tent had emptied to three sad lanterns and a dog. 'Put the pause in,' she told him, tapping the poster with a bent finger. 'A stop is for the dead. We are only waiting.'

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The circus was called Harrow & Daughters, and it had once carried eleven wagons across the moors. Now it carried four, and the wagons had grown thin. The clown had gone to work in a bakery in Leeds. The bear had been sold for its rug. What remained was a printing press on the back wagon and a box of wooden type cut the year the show was born. In every town they reached, Mother Sole set the same small mark at the foot of the bills: a dot above a curved tail, the way a careful scribe marks a sentence that is not yet done.

One wet autumn, a boy named Tobias Quill came to the gate asking for work. He could not juggle or tame anything, but he could set type straight and he knew his letters. She gave him a bed under the press and a pot of ink. He asked why the mark was always the same. She told him a stop is what you put when the story has nothing left to carry. A pause is what you put when someone still has to come back for the next line.

The winter took two of the wagons. In spring, the boy pressed a single bill and nailed it to the old elm at the crossroads. It read: Harrow & Daughters, still performing. Admission a question. Come and ask it. Nobody came that month, nor the next. But in June a girl walked up the lane with a shawl and a torn ticket from some other fair, and sat down on the bottom step of the empty tent to wait for the lanterns to be lit.