Twin profiles with UFOs and mountains

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A pair of facing head profiles, each drawn as a black silhouette filled with stars. The left figure holds a pink moon, a blue and green Earth and small saucers, while the right has a crescent moon, a flying saucer with a green tractor beam and a tiny figure, and a mountain and pine forest scene. The linework is clean and outlined, with coloured pencil shading in pink, yellow, blue and green on black and cream paper.

Profile Silhouette Ufo Flying saucer Star Crescent moon Mountain Pine tree Alien Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lights came over Gannet Point in the second week of September, and Mrs Pell at Sandpiper House told every new lodger the same thing at breakfast: keep your curtains drawn after ten and don't wave at anything you see on the sands.

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Dora Finch, who had taken the attic for the month while she waited on a letter from the council about her mother's bungalow, drew her curtains open on purpose. On the third night a saucer hung above the dunes, pale as a dinner plate, and a green beam fell from it onto the marram grass, where something small and upright walked into the light with its arms out. She counted to thirty. The beam did not waver. She sat on the floorboards in her coat and drew the whole thing in coloured pencil, leaving the sky black so the stars could show through.

At breakfast Mrs Pell saw the sketch upside down on the tablecloth and went very still. From the dresser drawer she took a photograph curled at the corners, taken in 1961 from the same window, of the same beam over the same dunes. 'My brother,' she said. 'He was the one who waved.' Then she pushed the sugar bowl aside and asked Dora, not unkindly, what she thought she was going to do with a picture of something nobody else would admit to seeing.

Dora went up to the attic and did the only thing she could think of. She drew a second face turned toward the first, a profile with a crescent moon caught in its hair, and she lettered the words along the top in capitals, the way the old postcards did. That evening she pinned both pages to the sill and left the curtains open, and when the light rose over Gannet Point it lit the two faces from the side, so that neither could look at the other without seeing what stood behind it.