THIS is a free-write using an exercise about "hands", in under 10 minutes. (Male perspective)
and i want opinions, comments, and suggestions. please! : )
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Her hands were small; fragile enough to be crushed by the pressure of mine, yet they fit perfectly within them, smooth, brown hands that never left a page blank in her art studio. Her fingers intertwined, mingled and traced mine as we sat on the bed of sand, the water sweeping a cool rush beneath our feet. She allowed two fingers to rest against my wrist, I was sure she could feel the blood pulsating through the surface. I was always so nervous around her. Did she notice?
I looked around at a place that harbors light in every direction, a safe constant cover of simple beauty. The cast of light glowed on her face, illuminating her deep hazel eyes and highlighting her midnight black hair.
“Your hands are still cold; do you want to go inside? It’s kind of windy to be at the beach this early.” She said.
“Oh, umm, I like it out here…with you.” A shiver ran across my spine.
“Ok.”
Her eyes left mine and rested on the sea.
“You know, it’s good that we’re out here, we have it all to ourselves.” I said, trying to get her attention.
“Yeah.”
Her gaze was distant now, some place far off.
“You’re beautiful,” I waited for the words to escape my lips, but they didn’t.
“I know.” She turned to face me, the contrast of light bouncing off of smooth skin.
“How did you know I was going to say that?” My mind started to spin, I wasn’t sure if I said it or not.
“I can see it; in the way you look at me…you love me.” Her words suffused in the core of my hollow stomach, “But I don’t love you. See the difference? We’re like the waves and the sand; we come in contact only to push away. Remember? ”
“You never forgave me…?” I wanted to hold her, tell her it was a mistake, everything went wrong that day; everything was just too hard to hold in, a hazy blur of anger, disgust…pain.
“Yes, I have, it’s the forgetting part that I’m trying to do.”