I just have to say it – I appreciate every reader that finds his or her way to our blog. Thank you – you are the best, hands down.
Speaking of hands, do you like yours? I like mine’s. I wash my hands a lot, even when they are clean.
Have you ever thought how different your life would be without hands? Let’s write a fifty word or less story living without hands. Write with abandonment. It’s your story, and I’m interested in reading your piece of flash fiction. Here’s my fifty words or less story from the soon to be released book, BLOWN AWAY. Afterwards, leave your fifty words or less story in the comment box, along with a good hand-slapping high five.
My family, except my mother, woke one morning and found our hands missing. My father lost his job as a pianist; my sister lost her hand modeling job, and me, my life as a pro bowler, gone.
Frustrated, we blamed Mom.
“Hey!” She screamed, “Don’t go pointing fingers at me.”
If you loved this story, make sure to check out the soon-to-be-released book, “Blown Away.” And by the way, check out this funny video, A Short Story About Hands, by Casey Donahue. It’s the best…hands down.