Black dotwork tattoo of pyramids and a flying saucer inside a diamond frame on the inner forearm.

Pyramids and UFO in a diamond on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A diamond-shaped frame holds a flying saucer above a row of three pyramids, with a scatter of dots filling the sky and ground. The outlines are solid black and the shading on the pyramids is built up with dense black fills, while the background uses stippled dots. The design is entirely black and grey and sits centred on the forearm against a plain, warmly lit background.

Dotwork Geometric Forearm Diamond Ufo Flying saucer Pyramid Star Desert

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you lot, and mind the lamp, because the sand takes everything it can reach. My grandmother's grandmother saw the ship come down over the Giza flats the summer the river went green. Nobody believed her. They said the sun had cooked her brain, and she said that was fair, since the sun had been cooking everybody's brains for three hundred years.

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It hung over the three pyramids the way a plate hangs over a table, flat and patient, with its belly lit like a pearl. The children ran out with their goats to look. The old men stayed in the shade of the mud walls and counted the stars through the dust, because the sky that night was full of them, thick as salt on a cut lip. Then the ship dropped a single thread of light, and the sand beneath the three great stones began to sing.

Here is the part they always leave out when they tell it in the cities. The ship did not want the pyramids. It wanted the people to stop being afraid long enough to ask it a question. So my grandmother's grandmother walked out alone, barefoot, carrying a jug of water and a bad temper, and she asked it why it had come so far to look at rocks.

The light went quiet. Then a voice, low and wide as the river, said that rocks were the only things that had stayed put long enough to remember anybody. It said it had been travelling for a very long time looking for something that kept its promises. And my grandmother, who had sold dates at the market for forty years and never once cheated a customer, poured the water on the sand and said, well then, you had better come and drink.