annie_cheng (United States) published:
I studied her hands. Their wrinkles, grooves, and markings spelled out a story yet unknowable, a silent destiny chiseled into stone. They quivered imperceptibly like the delicate yet resilient skeleton of a bird. The faint lines on her palms carved through her dry, cracked skin like tireless rivers, meeting at the delta beneath her right thumb. I watched as she knitted those storied hands together, fingers tense and protective, consoling one another.
about 2 years ago