Those hands are my downfall. Those large hands scored with multiple burns and cuts; with their clever, nimble fingers and constant redness from being frequently washed in too-hot water.
God, I could watch those hands for hours as they go about their business. Have watched them over these past three years; but these last few months, they’ve been driving me crazy. I lose time watching those hands. Continue reading Culinary Delights→
The tram clutters its way clumsily up the slow incline; its bell clanking noisily to notify those nearby of its presence. She laughs at its wheezy passing as she imagines that she and her husband sound something similar as they slowly make their way up the low, broad steps.
She turns to study the man walking beside her. The aqua and white stripes of his t-shirt stretch to accommodate the generous belly that makes him ideal for the role of Santa that he plays for the local children at the end of every year. His profile is one she has studied for 46 years and slept beside for 43. Continue reading A Picture-Perfect Moment→