Her hands are always full with something, her nails so naturally long they could cut you. Her nails are blank now but will soon be covered black like the night sky.
Her fingers are so delicate but intense at the sometime, they caress our face as she kisses us and other times they can grab onto things like they are the last thing on Earth.
They fly across the page as she writes, her fingers spin the pen when she's thinking and flick it back and forth.
Her hands are as soft as if she uses lotion everyday when she doesn't.
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Her.
Short StoryJust read it because I don't know how to explain it but it's really cool to me!
