A five finger-ed exercise

Hands.  The hands that do digital.  Real or metaphor.

Hands on, hands down.  Hands up.  Give them the finger.

Fine hands.  Hand cream.  A labourer’s hands.  A gardener’s green genius.  Hands that have never done a day’s work in their lives.  Half-moons, and long painted nails, and life-lines, all fingers and thumbs.  The left is what you have done but the right is what you will do.  Gaucheries. There is the Bad / there is the Good.  The hand that signed the paper.  Hands have no tears to flow.  The arthritic hand.  The secretary’s hand.  Handsome.  A single hand.  A royal flush.  Even-handed.  Shade for the eyes.  The whispered lies.  Pulling the trigger, releasing the bow, turning the ignition, dialing the number, typing the story, emphasising the fact.  The gesture of exasperation.  Clapping.  Hammering.  The thumbs down.  “These hands are not the hands of someone who has shirked life.    80 years are in these hands.  In the fine hairs and freckles and wrinkles.  This hand waves bye bye.  This hand says hello.  My hands are like two baby banana bunches.  Handy when you need them, so cross your fingers.”

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