Hands

As I watch my hands scrawl across the keyboard, I realize how odd they are. Lumps of flesh with sprouts bursting from them that I can make move independently of each other with less than a thought. The sprouts are coated in a slightly damp and hairy leather that’s wrinkled where they bend, showing wear. They’re capped with protective bits of enamel that protrude from under the leather.

 

Weird things, people.