Black and white flash sheet of numbered semicolon designs with the words Your story isn't over yet in varied lettering styles.

Semicolon lettering flash sheet

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of six numbered semicolon designs, each paired with the phrase Your story isn't over yet in a different typeface. Some letterforms are bold and blocky, while others are thin, distressed or decorated with swirls and ink splatters. The sheet is entirely black ink on a white background, with a printed hotline number and the line You're worth another chapter along the bottom.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain drummed on the tarpaulin over Maud's stall at Hallam Row, pooling in the dip where the cardboard boxes sagged. She had meant to pack up at two. Instead she sat on an upturned crate, counting coppers into a tin and listening to the market thin out around her.

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That morning a house clearance man had dumped a box of water-stained paperbacks on her trestle without ceremony. Most were fit only for the bin. But at the bottom lay a battered novel with pencil in its margins, and someone called Ivy had written small notes all the way through it. Beside one sentence, where the tram rounds the corner and the heroine decides to go home after all, Ivy had drawn a neat curved mark and beneath it, in a looser hand, *not yet*.

A girl in a yellow anorak ducked under the awning just then, shaking water from her hair. She picked up the paperback, frowned at the mark, and asked what it was for. Maud took the book back gently and said it was a semicolon. It meant you stop for a breath but the sentence isn't finished. The girl looked at her as if that were a riddle, then bought the book for fifty pence and left with her hood up.

When the stall was empty Maud opened her takings ledger, wrote the day's total, and then, after a moment's hesitation, drew a small curved mark after it. She had kept the awning up another hour, and the rain had not stopped, but she had not packed up either. Next Saturday, she thought, the stall would open again.