Greyscale drawing of a snarling winged creature with clawed hands gripping a ribbon scroll, with a blue police box in front, shown as a tattoo design.

Winged creature with police box in ribbon scroll

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A greyscale drawing of a winged humanoid creature with clawed hands and an open, snarling mouth, rising behind a ribbon scroll that wraps around its body. A blue police box with a gold beacon sits in front of the ribbon and is the only colour in the image. Soft pencilled shading and a plain white background suggest a design drawn for a tattoo or print.

Police box Ribbon Wing Claw

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Hollin Parva had turned their back on the churchyard angel since the winter the vicar's boy went missing. Maud Pellow knew the rule and kept to it, walking the path to the lychgate sideways with one eye on the stone wings. So when she heard a low wheeze of an engine behind her, she did not turn round. She backed towards it, feeling for the iron latch with her gloved hand.

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The box was blue, squat and out of place on the verge, as though someone had carried it out of a museum and forgotten to take the label off. A little gold lamp sat on its roof and glowed. A door opened in its side, and a voice inside said, cheerfully and a touch too loudly, "Don't look at the stone. It only moves when you blink."

Maud had heard the old stories about what frost did to carved wings, and she had never once thought to ask who might come to fetch her from the graveyard. The man in the doorway wore a coat with far too many pockets and kept his torch aimed at her boots, not her face. "Step in backwards," he said. "I've got the rope looped round the ribbon behind you, and I'd rather not lose a good bit of scroll."

She stepped in backwards. The door clicked shut, and through the small window she watched the angel's open mouth stay fixed on an empty path. Then the floor hummed under her boots and the churchyard was gone. The first thing she noticed was the clock on the wall, which read the wrong year, and she decided she would mention it in the morning, if there was one.