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 ...

  • 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...

  • 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...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 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...

    • Author: Infinity.
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • Warm Hands

    She felt his weight leave the bed, as he walked towards the bathroom door. As he came back into bed he draped his arm over her, only to find himself taken aback from her cold shrug off. “Your hands are cold,” she scoffed. A moment later, sh...

  • Hands and Love

    Hands are so interesting. I look at mine now, and remember what they used to be. Little, shriveled, four, skinny lines and an extra sprouting from the insides. But what they are now are Big Shriveled Four Skinny lines, Racing toward something. My hands...

  • Dad's Hands

    I remember his hands. Coming in from working outside, all the creases and lines in his hands would be filled in with black grease, oil, or soil. Charcoal etchings. If they were particularly dirty, he’d call from the washroom, “hey Kay, can ...

    • Author: Kay-Teaze
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
  • Here In My Hands

    I have your feet They are so fun I have your feet I make them run I have your feet Here in my hands I have your feet My little man. I have your hands They are so small I have your hands They hold a ball I have your hands Here in my hands I have your ha...