Black and grey script tattoos reading Start and today on two forearms, with a shaded dollar sign above the word today.

Start and today script on forearms

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms are shown with black and grey tattoos. On the left, the word Start is written in flowing black script with a clean outline. On the right, the word today sits in similar script beneath a large dollar sign with grey shading and soft highlights.

Lettering Forearm Script Dollar sign Money

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The envelope came through the ticket hatch at ten to six, after the last Carlisle train had gone and the only sound left on the concourse was a pigeon knocking itself against the roof glass. Inside was a bank draft for four hundred and twelve pounds, a single return ticket dated three years back, and a torn strip from a notepad. On it, in looping capitals gone soft at the edges, someone had written START and underneath, smaller, TODAY, with a dollar sign drawn in biro like an afterthought.

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I've worked the Brackley Road window for twenty-two years, and the rule has always been that nothing leaves the till without a name. There was no name. Just the draft, the ticket and the strip of paper. I put them in the safe under the cash float and wrote the date in the ledger, which felt like a small act of officiousness until I noticed the ink had already dried on the line above mine. Somebody had written a note there too, a week earlier, in the same hand: Keep it. I'll come when I'm ready.

He came on the Thursday. I knew him by the way he stood square to the window, as if the glass might be taken away from him if he looked away. He didn't mention the envelope. He asked for a single to Carlisle, paid in coins he counted out twice, and then he slid the torn strip under the glass towards me and tapped the word TODAY with one finger.

I opened the safe. He watched the draft go across the counter and didn't touch it. "Put it in the lost property tin," he said. "For the kids who turn up with nothing." Then he took his ticket, walked to platform four and stood under the clock, which had stopped at ten past nine some time before either of us was born. When the Carlisle train pulled in he got on without looking back, and I stamped the ledger with the day's date, which was, for once, exactly what it said.