hands :: joshler

eighteenth

Then it was more than just his fingernails. Tyler started coming in with his long fingers coated in a powdered black. It reached up to his wrists and faded away. He kept rubbing his hands together. Josh couldn't see the red anymore, but he knew it was there. He stared at his own fingertips during class when they were supposed to be writing. He still couldn't figure out what color his were.