Fictional Exercise - Hands
If these hands could talk…
Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. The only thing real about this story is the music.
“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do” – William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
There’s a lot unsaid in the act of holding hands. The trepidation of two bodies touching for the first time. The comfort when their fingers finally lock into place.
Each pair of hands is capable of telling a life story: a story filled with likes and dislikes, habits (obvious and hidden), calluses, scars and the curious circumstances that made them.
But what is even more telling is the way those hands are held. The manner in which they gently wrap around each other, each finger a thread in an artisanal textile woven with the warmth and whimsy of a human heart. Each rub, synaptically strong enough to shine across the night sky.
If these hands could talk, they would sing songs that could fill cathedrals. They would regale tales of games played, affection tendered and desires so deep enough that no dam could contain.
With time, these hands will get wrinkled and old, adorned with diamonds, maybe a bit of gold. A token to last throughout all eternity, a testament to a devotion that started with the words “you” and “me”.
Further Reading
[1] A Night And A Lifetime With Al Green’s I’m Still In Love With You, DJBooth
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My hands would have so much to say.