I’m experimenting with another kind of writing not common to me called flash nonfiction. Flash is typically under 1000 words, and this particular piece is topping out at 250. I like to write about commonplace things, seeking the splendor in the ordinary. This one is called “Hands” and was inspired by some moments with one of my granddaughters.
“Grandma, what’s wrong with your hands?” My five-year-old granddaughter’s voice betrays concern mixed with a bit of awe.
I look down at the hand in question. My left hand is placed on the “treasure box” (an old jewelry box) that she and I are exploring. We have plopped together on the queen-sized bed and into the soft comforter. The morning sun filters through the lace curtains, bright and harsh on this clear and cool April Saturday and puts the blue veins of my hand into sharp relief, like a topical map of mountains and valleys. I too am a bit stunned at how odd my hand looks.
“Those are my veins,” I explain.
Ari splays her little fingers and feels the back of her own hand. “Mine is smooth,” she announces and turns back to the jewelry.
I look at my hand again, moving it back and forth in the sunlight. I haven’t ever noticed these veins so pronounced before. Blue lines, mixed with brown age spots, travel around the back of my hand creating an impressionist pattern of muted colors. I’m in my sixtieth year, a grandmother, hands no longer smooth and strong, clearly betraying the age that I so desperately try to camouflage on every other part of my body from my graying hair to my slowly bulging middle.
These are old hands, these hands with the convex veins.
Nothing wrong with them, dear Ari. Just evidence of a life being lived.
5 thoughts on “Hands (Flash Nonfiction)”
That was beautiful, Linda! Such lovely imagery too.
So what do you think of the experiment? Will you continue with flash nonfiction?
I like writing it because I like short things. Forces me to use economy of words. I’ll probably keep experimenting anyway.
Really liked it Linda! Your descriptive sentaces made me feel like I was sitting on the bed with you. I wanted to keep reading. 😉
Thanks, April. Next time we’re sorting through that treasure box, I’ll invite you and your granddaughter over!
Beautiful, Linda, thank you. At 65 I try to keep the chassis painted but the engine still has millions of miles on it, and my hands show it. Grateful for them though and for you.