Coloured flash sheet showing a blue TARDIS with a rose, a Dalek with an EXTERMINATE banner, a grey weeping angel and a sonic screwdriver, drawn with bold outlines.

TARDIS, Dalek and weeping angel flash sheet

Neo-trad · Colour · Flash

A flash sheet of several sci-fi themed designs on a speckled cream background: a blue TARDIS with a pink and purple rose and a banner reading MAD MAN IN A BOX, a Dalek with an EXTERMINATE banner, a grey weeping angel statue, a sonic screwdriver, and a framed woman portrait labelled THE GIRL WHO WAITED. Bold black outlines sit under watercolour-style fills in blue, pink, purple, yellow and green, with the grey angel as the only mostly monochrome motif. Small star and dot marks are scattered across the page between the motifs.

Neo-trad Tardis Dalek Rose Banner Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Stand under the awning, you lot, the rain's not going to give us a minute's peace. Right. Let me tell you about Mabel Fenwick and the blue box that sat on Cuttle Street for forty winters, bold as brass and twice as useless to the council. Nobody ever saw anyone go in. What they saw was a lamp come on behind the windows at four in the morning, and the rain would stop over that one doorway, just that one, while the gutters ran on either side like nothing had happened.

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Mabel sold roses off a barrow by the fish market. Pink ones and purple ones, the kind that looked painted onto wet card. Every Thursday she pinned a fresh bloom to her coat and told the tin pepperpot by the bins, 'Not today, you dented old thing.' That tin thing swivelled to watch her every time she passed, and the fishmongers swore it hummed whenever the sirens went by.

The statue in the churchyard was the real trouble. Grey stone, wings folded, hands over its face. Mabel never looked at it straight on. 'Don't blink,' she'd say, 'it's counting.' So she was the only one who noticed when a feather came loose from its wing and landed on the path. She slipped it into her coat lining beside the little silver pen her grandfather left her, and she went home.

The box came back one wet Thursday, humming like a kettle. The door opened and a voice said, 'Mabel, I'm terribly late,' and she said, 'Forty years late,' and handed over the rose anyway. Then the door shut, the rain came back, and all that was left on the cobbles was a scorched strip of banner that read THE GIRL WHO WAITED. So when the rain stops over a doorway, don't go knocking. Mabel's still at her barrow, counting to a hundred.