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September 20, 2007

Flash Fiction #18 - Those Hands

Those Hands

“It’s been a long time Fred. You don’t have to leave.?
Fred stopped without turning. His brother stared down at a patch of sun bleaching the table in front of him, a sharp contrast between the dark lines of his wrinkled, toughened hands.
Fred didn’t really know his brother after all these years. He turned slowly, anticipating his eyes, the bridging of impenetrable silence.
But his brother did not look up, eyes still fixed on those hands. There was a striking resemblance, every dark crease a story too hard to speak.
Fred whispered, “I’d like to stay. See you tomorrow??

Posted by carl1236 at September 20, 2007 9:19 PM | Writing

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