It has been awhile since I have done any fiction. Why today? Why not?
It is done in the 5-sentence fiction style. I hope you like it.
These hands have had a lot of practice loving those within their care; helping those who were in need.
Now, these hands don’t work like they use to; they often feel a different kind of pain, then when they were young and useful.
Seems like yesterday they were packing kids lunches, smoothing a loved one’s hair, holding the hands of someone in pain, and giving of themselves in a practical way.
Seems like yesterday that they felt the heat of a passionate love, that they had held a new-born babe, and that they had wiped away many a tear.
Now, these hands are mostly still, slowed down by arthritis and old age; isn’t it ironic that these loving hand should end up alone and forgotten?
Do you know an elderly person who could use a friend? They have given so much, I think it is a shame when they are forgotten.