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.
4 months ago
annie_cheng (United States) reviewed:
What a beautiful and thought-provoking piece! The setting of a dream is so creative, and you executed it so well. From the very first line, I was captured by your ability to use simple description to create an immense emotional...
5 months ago