100 Words: Hands


Two MBA degrees hung on the wall – fit for only the best in class. Below, was a dusty photograph of a young couple who rarely smiled together.

The sound of contemplated typing interrupted the quiet that usually characterized the house, a silhouette of a young woman staring intently at the screen.

‘Submit CV?’  -A dialogue box asked. Her fingers rose from the keyboard, wiggling uncertainly. The sound of a muffled fall and crying followed. A toddler was learning how to walk.

‘Cancel’ she clicked on the pop up – appearing sure as she rose.

“My hands have better things to do.”

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