Black and grey diamond-shaped tattoo on a limb showing a flying saucer over mountains and pine trees, with the words I want to believe along the left edge.

UFO over mountains in a diamond frame

Traditional · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A diamond-shaped panel contains a flying saucer hovering above a mountain range and a row of pine trees, with a starry night sky and a moon at the top. The lettering I WANT TO BELIEVE runs up the left side, and small shapes resembling rocks or saucers sit in the foreground. The work is done in black ink with dotted and stippled shading for the sky and ground, and the composition is framed by smaller dark diamond shapes.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mags had been driving the Sable Flats road for nine hours when the radio gave up on the last station and the car started humming to itself through the speakers, a low note that rose and fell with the heat. She kept her eyes on the white line. Her brother had told her never to stop out here after dark, but it was not yet dark, only that brass hour when the shadows of the creosote bushes stretched across the tarmac like something reaching for the car.

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The mountains came up slowly, a dark fringe of pines along the ridge that looked, from this distance, like a crease in the sky. There was a diner at the foot of them, the sign promised, though she had passed three signs that promised things and delivered nothing. Her grandfather had driven this route every October to sell rope to miners who no longer existed. He used to say the trick was not to look for what you wanted to see, but to look at the place where the pines met the stars and wait.

Then she saw it: a grey saucer hanging just above the highest peak, not moving, its underside catching the last of the light like a coin turned over. She pulled onto the gravel shoulder without deciding to. The hum in the speakers dropped to nothing. She got out, the air cooling fast against her arms, and thought of the postcard he kept in the glovebox, the one with the words in block capitals across the top: I WANT TO BELIEVE.

She looked for a long time. Nothing blinked. Nothing fell. When she finally climbed back in, the sun had gone, the first stars were pricking through the blue, and she found she was smiling, the way you do when someone you love has been right about something small and strange.