Black line flash sheet of five designs: a sun and moon, a paisley swirl, a round geometric mandala, a crescent moon with zigzags and a large mandala sun, with no body placement shown.

Sun, moon and mandala flash sheet

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of five black ink designs on a white background. The designs include a sun with a crescent moon overlapping it, a paisley motif, a round geometric mandala, a crescent moon filled with zigzags and dots, and a large mandala-style sun with layered petals. The linework is bold and mostly solid black with fine dotted and hatched detail, and the arrangement is loose with open space between the motifs.

Geometric Sun Moon Crescent moon Paisley Mandala Geometric pattern Flash sheet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The band at the Marigold Rooms had been playing the same three waltzes since the war ended, and Pradeep Oduya knew every one of them by the bruise of its opening chord. He stood by the coat rack with a tray of lemonade he had no intention of selling, watching the floor fill and empty like a tide that only understood one kind of hurry. Nobody came to the Marigold for the lemonade. They came because on the third Saturday of every month the old gramophone in the corner was wound by a woman nobody had ever seen arrive, and whatever song she chose, the sky over the car park shifted to match it.

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Tonight it was a slow one. Through the high windows the sun was going down in a sulk of orange, and the moon was already waiting behind the chimney stacks, pale as a thumbnail. Pradeep watched a girl in a green dress take her partner's hand and lead him out past the ticket table, and both of them began to rise, slowly, as if the floorboards had grown tired of holding them. The sun slid sideways to make room. The moon turned a gentle half-turn on its own axis. Somebody at the bar said, quite calmly, that the petals on the big mandala above the stage were opening.

Pradeep went to the gramophone and lifted the needle. The room sagged back to earth with a sigh of sawdust and mild complaint. The woman with the winding key looked at him over her spectacles and said that the sun and moon had been out of step for a hundred years, and that someone had to keep them dancing. He asked her what happened when they stopped. She only tapped the paisley scroll of brass on the gramophone horn, and the dancers below began, one by one, to drift home under a sky that had nothing left to prove.