UFO beaming a brain above a cracked skull

Black and grey · Flash

A line drawing of a flying saucer with a light beam lifting a brain above a cracked human skull. The saucer and skull use dense cross-hatching and stippled shading, with fine outlines on the brain and teeth. The design is drawn in black ink on a plain white background, with the words LOSING MY MIND in a spaced sans-serif curving beneath the skull.

Ufo Flying saucer Brain Skull Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tuesday, 4.10am. The third batch of tin loaves has gone flat again and I have decided it is the humidity, though the humidity has been the same since March. The ovens at Okafor's are still ticking as they cool, and I am sitting on an upturned crate by the back door with my tea going cold, watching the car park for the milk float that is always late.

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Then the light came down. It was a flat grey disc hanging over the wheelie bins at the height of the bus shelter, with a ring of little lamps round its rim like a Christmas tree someone had left on overnight. A beam dropped out of its belly, pale as skimmed milk, and turning slowly inside it was a brain. Not a figure of speech. A proper one, the colour of day-old dough, its folds catching the lamplight. I dropped my mug and tea went across the flour sacks.

I should say I did not scream. I went for the bread peel because it was the nearest thing to a weapon, and by the time I came back the beam had narrowed and the brain was rising up into it, looking, I swear, put out at having to leave. The saucer hummed off over the rooftops towards the hospital. Where the light had touched the step there was a skull, small and yellow and cracked straight across the brow like a dropped plate, grinning at me out of the flour dust.

I have decided not to tell Mrs Okafor. She would only ask what it wanted with the bread. The trouble is, I put the skull on the top shelf to think about it, and this morning there is a loaf sitting right beside it, shaped like a brain, still warm to the touch.