Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Entry PART 8) for my weekly: “Fiction in A Flash Challenge” Week #24.
Today I’m featuring a contribution from entry 4) by Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
Last week I set the following Challenge:
Hello everyone and welcome to my new “Fiction in A Flash Challenge!” Each week I’ll be featuring an image and inviting you to write a Flash Fiction or Non-Fiction piece inspired by that image in any format and genre of your choosing. Maximum word count: 750 words.
Here is the image prompt and the contribution.
We humans come in various sizes
each one a discovery of delight
Eyes may well be the windows to the soul
For me, hands tell so much
Smooth, delicate, new-born
To hard calloused working hands
Like my father’s. An estate gardener,
nails black with good earth, he’d say
When my mother reminded him to clean them
Before sitting at our table
Mother’s red, from taking in neighbours washing
It could be said, pride shone from their fingers
They caress, they slap, they clap
to their favourite tune
Best of all, they hold you tight
Keep you fed, safe, warm
throughout your life
Hands speak their own language of love…
©anitadawes 2020
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I can almost smell the dirt from the garden and the clean wash. Great, Anita.
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That was beautiful, Anita. Signs of love come from everywhere. 🙂
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I love this! Hands do speak their own language of love! Well-done!
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Beautifully written Anita!
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This really evoked images of those who held our hands growing up.
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