Black linework traditional flash sheet showing a perfume bottle, a potted plant with a banner, a sundae, a hand holding lipstick, a pin-up, cherries and a knife with banners.

Traditional flash sheet with pin-up and cherries

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

A black outline flash sheet of separate tattoo designs on a white background, including a heart-shaped perfume bottle, a potted plant on a banner, a sundae with a straw, a hand holding a lipstick, jawbones with flowers, and a seated pin-up woman. Several designs include banner lettering, such as MANEATER, SUCK IT, CLASSY, NO, HELL HATH NO FURY and WISH YOU WEREN'T HERE. The linework is bold and even with no shading, and the sheet is composed as a grid of spaced motifs with small hearts and dotted accents.

Traditional Heart Plant Hand Lipstick Flower Pin-up Envelope Cherry Knife Banner Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the cherry crates, love, they're slicker than a bishop's conscience. Come in under the awning where the drizzle can't get at you. Now, Vera Doyle kept the stall beside the fish, the one with the plant out front in its pot, and she sold everything a woman could want for the price of a kind word. Lipstick, scent in a bottle shaped like a heart, and a sundae with a striped straw for the girls who had a grievance. Nobody left Carrow Market without something they needed to say out loud.

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Then came Harold Greave, who'd promised her a wedding in the Co-op hall and a honeymoon in Margate. He wrote her a letter. Vera opened it standing in the wet with a bruised apple in one hand, read it twice, and folded it back into its envelope. On the front she wrote NO in capitals so big the ink ran into the stamp. She posted it back that same afternoon, which is the first thing you should know about Vera: she never once sent a reply she hadn't been looking forward to.

Harold came to the stall the Saturday after, thick with apology and aftershave. Vera was wrapping mackerel in yesterday's paper and didn't look up. She just slid a small heart-shaped bottle across the counter and said it was on the house, because he'd paid in full already. He sniffed it, went pale, then pink, and the rain drummed harder on the tarpaulin as if it had been sent for.

Vera sold the last of the cherries at half past five and tipped her hat to the weather. Her sign still reads CLASSY in her own hand, and nobody in the market has ever argued with it.