Black and grey tattoo of a flying saucer inside a circle of typewriter-style lettering, on an arm or leg of unclear placement.

UFO with circular quote tattoo

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A small black and grey flying saucer sits at the centre of a ring of typewriter-style lettering that reads I want to believe, The truth is out there, and Trust no one. The saucer has shaded grey tones with a dark red-brown underside, and the lettering is crisp and evenly spaced around the circle. The image is a close, straight-on photograph of healed skin with some body hair visible around the edges.

Lettering Other Ufo Flying saucer Quote Text Circle Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The blip came up at ten past three, a flat grey saucer on the scope, sitting over the marshes where nothing should sit. Sergeant Hollis tapped the glass with his pencil and said it was geese, same as last Tuesday. Nell Varley didn't argue. She wrote the bearing on the log sheet in her neat round hand, then wrote it again underneath, because the first time the figures had come out smaller than she meant.

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The hut had a card pinned above the kettle, typed on paper gone yellow at the corners: trust no one. Nobody had put it there as a joke. Two summers back a man from the ministry had driven down with a briefcase and a cough and asked for the logs from the night of the fire at Saltmarsh Farm. Then he had asked her, very kindly, which of the other girls on the switchboard she thought was sensible. She hadn't answered. She had gone out to the back step and sat in the cold with her cardigan pulled over her knees until the kettle boiled dry.

Now the blip drifted north, slow as a dropped coin, and it did not cross the water. It hung at the edge of the screen for eleven minutes, then slid off as if it had heard a door. Hollis said it was a fault in the set. Nell said nothing. She lifted the telephone and dialled a number she had copied from the back of an old almanac, a number that answered only with a long hiss, and she read the bearing into the hiss slowly, once for each word.

The line clicked. Someone breathed on the other end and asked for her name. She gave her own, then, after a moment, the one her father had used on the trawlers. When the kettle started to tick again she reached up, took the card down, and turned it face to the wall. On the blank back she wrote the time, the bearing, and below it, in capitals, I WANT TO BELIEVE.