Black fabric printed with traditional style tattoo flash designs, including a rose, koi fish, flaming heart, mermaid, sailing ship and horseshoe.

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Traditional flash pattern on black fabric

Traditional · Mixed · Flash

A repeating pattern of traditional style tattoo flash designs printed on a black background, including a rose, a koi fish, a flaming heart, a mermaid, a sailing ship, a pin-up figure and a horseshoe reading good luck. Outlines are bold and the fills are flat, with blue stars scattered between the motifs. The colours are bright reds, greens, yellows and blues against the dark ground, and the designs are spaced evenly across the whole frame.

Traditional Rose Heart Flame Mermaid Ship Horseshoe Pin-up Star Banner Swirl

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Frost had furred the yard overnight, and Ada Brough broke the skin of ice on the water trough with the heel of a shovel while the cows shifted and blew in the dark. Her breath hung in front of her. Inside the house, the box from under the stairs was still waiting, the one her grandfather had left with the deeds and a cough mixture that had expired in 1998.

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She had only opened it once. Inside, tightly rolled and held with perished elastic, were his flash sheets, drawn in ink on black card. A rose with its leaves curling. A koi turning in a bed of swirls. A ship under full sail with a sky of small blue stars. He had worked in a shop by the docks in Hull before the farm came to him, and he had never once talked about any of it at the table.

She took the horseshoe sheet out to the byre in the afternoon, when the light was going flat and grey over the stubble. Juno, the old mare, lifted her head from the hay and watched. Ada held the card against the timber above the door, pressed a drawing pin through the corner, and looked at the word GOOD LUCK in its tidy gold letters. It seemed a foolish thing to be doing in a farmyard in February.

That night the snow came in properly, soft and steady, and she lit the paraffin lamp in the kitchen and unrolled the ship. She pinned it to the wall beside the window and counted the blue stars the way he used to, one for every winter she had been left to manage on her own. She stopped at eleven. The lamp hissed, and outside the snow kept falling on the trough, which had frozen over again.