Black line-drawn tattoo flash sheet with food, objects and lettering motifs, including a steak, pizza slice, pie, revolver and the word MEAT, on a pale grey background.

Tattoo flash sheet of food and text motifs

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of many small, separate designs in solid black linework on a light grey background. Motifs include a steak, pizza slice, pie, pretzel, revolver, knife, fork, rope, diamond, eye, shot glass and bottle, alongside lettering such as MEAT, NEAT, C'EST BON and FESSES. The designs are flat black with no shading or colour, arranged loosely across the sheet with no border.

Traditional Pizza Revolver Knife Rope Diamond Eye Bottle Lettering Food Tally marks

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bet was a steak against a pie, and by midnight nobody at the Bar des Soeurs could say which of them had won. Captain Haddow had already lost his cap. It sat upside down on the zinc, filled with coppers from six rounds of neat calvados, while he argued with Marguerite about whether a fork counted as cutlery or a weapon. She didn't look up from the pastry she was crimping. "Whatever it is, it goes on the counter with the rest."

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Outside, the rain had thinned to the sea mist that came off the harbour, the kind that made the gulls sound like old men coughing. Someone's transistor was playing a fuzzy guitar riff through the open door, and Haddow tapped his boot to it while he counted the coins a second time. Each count came out the same, which he took as a personal insult.

"Right," he said at last, and pulled from his coat a knife with a bone handle, the blade worn thin as a tongue. He cut the steak in half on the board, then the pie, then the pretzel that had been sitting there since Tuesday. "Fair is fair. You take the meat, I take the pastry, and the rope goes to whoever tells the truth about the diamond."

Marguerite finally looked up. She set down the crimping tongs, took the ten-franc coin from the top of the pile, and dropped it into his cap. "The truth is you owe me a cap," she said, and that was the end of it, except that the cap had been her father's, and Haddow went bareheaded through the whole of that winter.