Tag Archives: hands

7th December 2013 – tea

Poured out, dark brown, milk turns it to a creamy chestnut. Passed around the chattering group, hands circle the mugs which hold its comforting warmth.

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27th November 2013 – consultant

She shakes our hands nervously and sits down, deftly smoothing her purple dress. A barrage of questions follows; small, spidery writing taking down the answers. She finally pronounces on the case – more tests and scans, more waiting.

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13th October 2013 – book

It’s yellowing pages and illustrated cover are as familiar to me as my own hands. The story unfolds as it always does, yet I still read on in suspense. Will it be different this time?

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5th September 2013 – hospital receptionist

Tanned, chestnut-brown skin. Dyed, jet-black hair, piled messily on top of her head. Bangles and rings adorn her hands and arms. They jangle and click with every answered phone, every press on the keyboard. She laughs with the nurses, comfortable … Continue reading

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5th July 2013 – sun hat

Pink and frilly, it is perched on top of a laughing father’s head. It’s owner is behind him, carried in her mother’s arms. She giggles and snatches at it with her little baby hands.

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9th February 2013 – beetroots

Scrubbed clean, boiled and peeled, yet they still bleed. Relentlessly, they mark the many lines that cross my palms. Beautiful and ugly all at once, these lines reveal the life that I have lived.

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