A flash sheet of twelve black linework geometric designs, including triangles, diamonds, hexagrams and circles, arranged in a grid on white.

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Twelve geometric line designs sheet

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows a grid of twelve geometric designs drawn in black outline on a white background. Each design combines triangles, diamonds, circles and interlocking lines, with some showing hexagram-like star shapes and symmetrical, mandala-like arrangements. The linework is fine and even, and the compositions are centred and balanced within each square.

Geometric Fine line Geometric Triangle Diamond Circle Star Mandala Flash sheet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, and mind the lamp, it's the only one in Carrow Street that still burns true. You want the rest of it? Then listen. Old Ashdown Pell kept a drawing board above the tannery on Vell Lane, and every night after the bells he drew the same twelve shapes on a single sheet of card, a triangle inside a triangle, a diamond cut through by a circle, six points locking into six points until the lines hummed. He never let the apprentice touch the nib.

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The apprentice, a girl called Nessa Robb who swept the floor and counted the gaslamps from the window, noticed that the shapes never quite closed. Every one had a gap the width of a hair, and if you put your eye to it at midnight, the street outside went a little flatter, as if someone had pressed it under glass. She told him so. Pell only nodded and said the city was built on gaps like that, and that a man who closed them all would have nowhere left to walk.

One night in November the fog came up from the river and Pell did not come down for supper. Nessa climbed the stair with a candle and found the board empty, the card gone, and on the sill a single brass diamond, its inner circle still warm. She held it to the window. Across the rooftops, the hexagram face of the Mill Street clock had turned its points towards her, and the bells began, one stroke for every line on the sheet.

She closed the gap with her thumb, and the bells stopped. Pell's chair was still warm too. Nobody has seen the drawings since, but on clear nights you can still find the twelve shapes scratched into the cobbles of Vell Lane, each one a little off true, and if you stand in the middle of them you will hear the tannery whistle hold its breath.