Traditional style flash sheet showing swallow, rose, padlock heart, anchor, cupcake and diamond designs with stars on a beige background.

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Traditional flash sheet with swallows, roses and hearts

Traditional · Colour · Flash

The sheet arranges several separate tattoo designs on a textured beige background, including two swallows, two roses, a padlock heart, an anchor, a cupcake, a diamond and a dagger through a heart. Each design uses bold black outlines with flat areas of red, green, yellow and pink colour, and small black stars fill the gaps between them. The banners reading RED ROSE and LOVE HURTS are part of the designs and the layout is evenly spaced, like a classic flash sheet.

Traditional Swallow Rose Heart Padlock Anchor Cupcake Diamond Dagger Banner Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The brass key was still warm from Dolly's palm when she dropped it into the tin mug on the chandlery counter, and Harold Vine looked at it the way he looked at weather coming up the Humber. "That lock's been on the Maud Sheridan's hatch since before your brother could spell anchor," he said. "Eli won't thank you for opening it."

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"He can thank me when he's sober enough to remember asking." Dolly pulled her wet coat tighter and nodded at the window, where a pair of swallows had been chalked onto the glass by a child with more enthusiasm than skill. "Swallows back from the far side of the world, he said. One bird for every five thousand miles. He's got two on his hand, and I reckon he's flown three thousand at most."

Harold laughed, a dry sound like a block sliding along a line. He remembered Eli at seventeen, all elbows and certainty, carving a valentine into the mast of a coal barge with a penknife: a heart with a dagger through it, bleeding the way boys drew hearts when they had only just found out about love and about knives. Forty years on, the mast had gone to kindling, but Harold reckoned the heart had outlasted the wood.

Dolly set a paper bag on the counter. Inside were three cherries, a slice of cake gone soft at the edges, and a red glass diamond she had lifted off a Scarborough fairground stall when she was nine and never given back. "For the lock," she said. "Tell him the key's in the mug. He'll know where to look when the tide turns and he's done pretending he doesn't want to come home."

Harold tipped the key into his palm and weighed it. Outside, the first gull came down onto the quay as if it had been waiting all week for someone to leave the door open.