Two hours late, as usual. Passengers detrain for a delayed smoke break.
As I stand to board the train, I catch a glimpse of the tattooed lady,
her forearms scrolled like black lace cuffs. Seated, I notice
the tattoos on her forearms match the black of her tank
top. Black roots, and then a mane of red hair cascades over her shoulders, crimson as the sleeves of the jacket whose crisscrossed arms
wrap around her hips.