Traditional-style flash sheet showing four oval Star Wars scenes with X-wing, AT-AT walkers, TIE fighters and a Millennium Falcon, each framed by roses, on a white sheet.

Star Wars flash sheet with four oval scenes

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A printed flash sheet of four oval framed designs, each showing a Star Wars subject: an X-wing over a green hillside, AT-AT walkers on snowy ground, TIE fighters against an orange sunset, and the Millennium Falcon over mountains. Each oval has bold black outlines, shading and bright colour, with a red rose and green leaves at the base, and a small emblem sits between the ovals. The sheet is photographed flat on a speckled grey surface.

Traditional Star wars Rose Mountain Sunset Emblem Flash sheet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The projection booth at the Regal smelled of hot dust and vinegar, and at quarter to midnight I was still splicing the last reel of a film nobody had asked for since spring. Outside, the wet road hissed under the taxis and a kebab shop shutter rattled up with a noise like a dropped tray. The council man had given me until Monday to clear the place out, so I was doing it the slow way, one can at a time, because I wanted to hear every reel before it went in the skip.

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Dad painted the sheet himself, years before I was old enough to be trusted with the lamp. Four ovals on cartridge paper, each one a window onto somewhere else: a fighter skimming green hills over a blue lake, white walkers stalking through snow, two black fighters blazing past a sun the colour of marmalade, and a battered grey freighter wedged between mountains at dusk. He put a rose at the bottom of each frame and gave me the same explanation every time. Every good picture needs something to hold it down, he said. Otherwise it just floats off.

Behind the lamphouse, pinned under a rusted clip, I found the sheet with a note in his square capitals: KEEP THE FALCON FOR LAST. I didn't understand it until I reached the bottom of the cabinet, where the final can was labelled with the date of the first show he ever ran for me, a Saturday matinee when I was six and sat on two cushions to see over the rail. I held the can a while. Then I slid the paper into my coat, switched off the lamp, and watched the beam on the empty screen go out like a sun dropping behind a ridge.