The Hand

It was not the usual kind of hand. It was exceptionally soft with innumerable lines patterned intricately all over the palm. The nails had been shapely cut but there was no polish. That was unfortunate.

But what intrigued me most about the hand was the enormous ring on the finger. The heart shaped ring head was covering more than half of the ring finger.

I stopped examining the hand and tenderly wiped the blood dripping from it before hanging it on my wall. The space in the center was finally filled. It was now time to work on the corners.