Traditional style tattoo of a flying saucer beaming light down onto a lit house, with stars and a bare tree, on the calf.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

UFO beam over a house on a calf

Traditional · Calf · Mixed · Photo

A flying saucer hovers above a lit house with yellow-glowing windows, while a yellow tractor-style beam descends toward a small figure. Four-pointed stars and a mushroom-shaped shape sit around the saucer, and a bare tree stands at the left. Bold black outlines frame the diamond-shaped composition, with yellow, orange, red and green fills and grey shading.

Traditional Calf Ufo Flying saucer House Star Tree Window Mushroom

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

It is ten past three and the ward has gone quiet in the way that means someone is about to die or someone is about to be sick, and you have learned not to guess which. You take the stairs down to the car park because the lift at Mill Lane has started making a noise like a spoon dropped in a bin. Through the fire doors the sky over the staff bays is the colour of weak tea, and above the roofs of the terraces on Harrow Lane a saucer hangs, lit underneath like a dinner plate held over a gas ring.

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The beam comes down slow and yellow onto the house at the end of the lane, the one with the green gate and the sash windows that have glowed every night since the Pendersons left. Nobody has lived there for years, but somebody keeps the lamps on. You stand with your lanyard bunched in your fist and watch a small dark shape rise up the light, arms out, like a moth that has decided it has no intention of going home.

Your radio crackles. Bed fourteen wants water. You should go. Instead you text Maureen at the desk: are you seeing this. She sends back three question marks, then, a minute later, tell it bed fourteen is next.

When you look again the saucer has shrunk to a single point and the house windows have gone dark. Your palm is cold where the lanyard pressed into it. On the stairs back up you pass the window at the turn, and the sky is clear apart from four small stars that do not twinkle, as if they are waiting for you to look twice.