Stories tagged “Hands”

  • The Cellist of Sarajevo

    The crater was not so large that he couldn’t climb in. It was not so small that he couldn’t fit. The blast had been just large enough to lift 22 of his neighbors, his countrymen, heavenward. The promise of bread had brought them there. The ...

  • 500 People

    There will be 500 people That walk into this room Every one will remind me of you There will be 500 nods of the head That glance down the line of this hell Every one will be like you There will be 500 hands reaching out for a shake That will sense appr...

  • Hands

    There was this old man on the corner. His hands were leather and his soul was air. He smoked Kools while he plucked a guitar with his stubby fingers and half-sang, half-brayed a song of love. If any woman had understood it, their hearts would have been...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted about 2 years ago.

  • Deep Blue

    Aaron gained enough strength to raise his blue eyes to hers. “What, happened?” After a few moments he breathed the words, “Help me,” to her. She put his arm around her and led him to the bathroom where she set him down easi...

  • little yellow sparrow

    you held that little yellow sparrow in your palms but your grip was much to callous it was much to strong now there’s blood stains on your hands and nothing left to sing us songs.

  • Uninfluenced By Others

    It had to be him- she shot down the stairs and ran out the front door onto the driveway. There stood his long lean figure next to his red truck. She stopped at the sight of him. He was about six feet tall-two inches taller than she was- and he was sl...

  • A Telling Hand

    My hands cupped hers. With my thumb, I traced the lines of her palms, enjoying the touch of her skin. Soft and hot, it reminded me of warm milk or electrically-charged satin. All other women desired hands such as these. Every commercial for soap or bod...

  • Stimulate the Senses.

    His hands are fascinating. Every scar is visible to the naked eye, rough around the edges but smooth in the center; big and small marks mar every inch. His touch is calloused, the hard bumps build more from the toughening skin and labor. But he was not...