Neo-traditional flash design of a red-haired woman in a utility outfit, framed by angel wings, sunflowers, vines and a banner reading The Girl Who Waited, with no body placement shown.

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The Girl Who Waited flash design with angel wings

Neo-trad · Colour · Flash

A coloured illustration shows a red-haired woman in a dark utility dress with her hand on her hip, standing in front of a winged emblem, a curved banner reading THE GIRL WHO WAITED, a bow and arrow, and a ray gun. Sunflowers and green vines frame the figure at the base, with a sunburst behind. Bold dark outlines and warm orange, yellow and green fills sit on a brown mottled background, in a symmetrical composition.

Neo-trad Botanical Woman Red hair Angel wing Sunflower Vine Banner Sunburst Emblem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Maud Tennant had been told never to blink at the angels, and she had never once managed it. On the north wall of Hollin Castle they stood in a row of six, wings folded like wet paper, faces turned to the lane where the carts came up from the valley. Her father had kept the gate for forty years. Now the cough had him in the lodge bed, and the keys were hers, along with the bow he had carried since the war and the rule he had drilled into her: look away and you lose the afternoon, look away twice and you lose the lane.

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Late in August the sunflowers came up through the flagstones in the inner ward, though nobody had planted them. They turned their heads to the sun in the same slow way the angels turned to the road, and Maud decided that was no coincidence. Each dusk she walked the ward with her eyes on the stone, counting, and each dusk the count came out right, six, and she went to bed content.

Then on the feast of Saint Brendan a seventh shape stood against the broken arch, no taller than a child, its wings the colour of old rust. It was not turned towards the road at all. It was facing her. She raised the bow. Her father's arrows were blunt with age, but she had kept the heads sharp.

She did not loose the arrow. She lowered it, stepped back, and let the thing look at her for a while, the way the angels always looked, patiently, until the sun slid off the wall. When she turned round the seventh figure was gone, and in its place a sunflower had opened, its face bent towards the gate, as if someone had finally arrived.