Three traditional style flash designs on a pale surface: a ship wheel with a banner, a carousel horse with a banner, and a hand holding a microphone with a banner.

Ship wheel, carousel horse and microphone flash

Traditional · Mixed · Flash

Three separate tattoo flash designs are shown as printed stickers on a pale surface. They depict a red and orange ship wheel with flowers and a text banner, a white carousel horse with a golden mane and red saddle, and a hand holding a black microphone with flowers and a text banner. Bold outlines, flat fills and scrolling banners give the set a classic flash look in mixed colours.

Traditional Ship wheel Microphone Hand Flower Banner Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dolly Pardoe painted every horse on the Marine Pier carousel, and the white one last, the summer after the Maud went down off the Skerries with her husband aboard. Nobody asked her to paint the others. She simply went up the ladder each morning with a tin of gold and a pot of red, because her hands wanted something to do that was not standing at the window.

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The men at the pier wanted a motto for the white horse, something to run along its flank beneath the mane. Dolly wrote the first thing that came to her, which was the plain truth about herself: she was in love with her own sins and could not be talked out of them. Old Ashby read it, grunted, and said it would frighten the mothers. It stayed anyway, because the paint was already wet.

The Maud's wheel had hung in the pier office since the funeral. On the Saturday of the autumn dance, the young ones gathered under the bandstand, and June Harker sang through the new microphone while the carousel turned to the record player. The wheel was bolted to the ride's centre post so the operator could steer it, a joke Ashby said the Maud would have enjoyed. Halfway through the song the whole ride began to slow, and the horse nearest the sea stopped with its head turned toward the Skerries.

Nobody could move it. Dolly came down the ladder, put both hands on the Maud's spokes, and felt the wood warm, as if someone had been holding it a moment before. She turned it once, gently, and the white horse began to rise and fall again. The children say it still does on rough nights, and that if you sit on it, you go out past the breakwater and back before the song ends.