My HandsMy weak hands were falling down my legs. Lower and lower, until I couldn’t even feel the pain anymore, when suddenly they popped right off. My legs were brand new, definitely worth keeping on, so I left my hands on the floor and walked into the next room where my daughter was sitting.My Hands3 days ago in Short Stories
“Mum, what happened to you hands?” She was frustrated. “I need help reaching the top shelf.”
“What’s on the top shelf?”
“Good thing I don’t have my hands then, cookies aren’t till after dinner, you know that.”
She sat at the kitchen table, startled by what I’d said. It was the inevitable truth that she’d had to accept one day.
“But I want cookies now,” her tiny squeal of a voice hinted the beginning of a cry.
“If you continue like this, I’ll have to take your tongue out.” I remained stern.
“You can’t do that!” she gasped, “I’m going to S