Colourful neo-traditional tattoo of a UFO carrying an alien in its dome, with stars, a moon and a banner reading Ride or Die, on a calf.

UFO with alien and Ride or Die banner on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

A flying saucer with a green alien pilot in its glass dome sits at the centre of the design, with a beam of light running down to a wavy banner that reads RIDE OR DIE in black lettering. Stars, a crescent moon, a small ringed planet and a red antenna surround the craft, with scattered dot sparkles in pink, yellow and green. Bold black outlines and bright, mostly saturated colour fill the shapes, photographed on a calf against a plain light background.

Neo-trad Calf Ufo Alien Spaceship Star Moon Planet Banner Lettering Sparkle Space

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dot Harker had kept the Fell Coach through nineteen winters and had seen drifts swallow the byre, a stag wander into the snug, and a vicar try to sing carols in the wrong key, but she had never seen a light come down the fell and hang above her car park like a dropped coin.

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By nine o'clock the six stranded guests had crowded to the windows. Ray the lorry driver swore it was a drone. The two students filmed it on their phones until the batteries died, and Mrs Pell kept knitting, though her needles had stopped. Then the saucer tilted, a little door in its belly opened, and a pale green pilot stepped down a ladder of light. It had a dome for a head and a face like a slightly worried pear, and it carried a rolled banner that it unfurled across the snow with great ceremony. RIDE OR DIE, the wavy letters declared in black ink.

'Well,' said Dot, wiping her hands on her apron. 'That's a first.'

The pilot introduced itself as Glim and explained, through a series of flashing bulbs on its collar and a great deal of pointing, that its engine was running on fumes and the nearest refuelling station was a petrol pump at Keswick. It had been circling the Pennines for a fortnight looking for a crew who would not scream. Ray said he would drive it if it paid for diesel. Glim produced a handful of stardust that smelt of toffee and hot pennies, and Dot decided that would do.

At dawn the snow had stopped. The students slept on the settle, Ray was snoring in the back of his cab, and the saucer was gone. In the middle of the car park lay a crescent of green sparkles and a single note, folded small, in loopy handwriting: Thanks for the pie. Keep the banner. Dot pinned it above the bar, where it still hangs.