Black script tattoo reading Today is a gift on the upper back of a person with short dark hair, in a Lettering style.

Script quote tattoo on upper back

Lettering · Back · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows the upper back and nape of a person with short dark hair, seen from behind. A fine black cursive script reading Today is a gift sits centrally below the neck, with a hand holding the hair at the side. The warm, slightly faded tones and gold bangles on the wrist frame the tattoo against a softly blurred background.

Lettering Back Quote Script Text Hand Bangle Hair

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the step, love, the third one's loose, it always has been, same as the clock over platform two. Sit where I can see you. I'll tell you about the brown envelope, because you've the look of someone who's come to collect something and hasn't decided yet whether she wants it.

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I kept lost property at Thornwick Junction for thirty-one years. Umbrellas by the score, a set of false teeth in a Quality Street tin, a wedding ring nobody ever asked after. Most of it went to the auction in March. But one wet Tuesday Alf Pardoe, the signalman, pushed an envelope across my counter with a platform ticket clipped to the corner. On the back, in pencil, in a hand that leaned forward as if it had somewhere to be, it said: Today is a gift. No name. No train.

I asked Alf where it had come from. He shrugged and said a young woman had left it on the bench by the tea urn and run for the 4.40 without her gloves. I kept it in the drawer under the stamps for a fortnight. I read it each morning while I counted the umbrellas, and by the second week I'd decided it was a telling-off, the sort a sensible person gives herself and then forgets to follow.

She came back on a Friday, out of breath, gloves in her pocket. She didn't ask for the envelope. She just stood at the counter and read the words to herself, mouthing them, the way you'd check a train time twice. Then she said, "Keep it, then," and walked off to catch the 4.40 anyway. I pinned it above the tea urn where people could see it. It's still there, gone soft at the corners. Go on, read it out loud, then catch your train.