Handies: A Short Story

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

In the short novel Gentlehands, by M.E.Kerr, a teenage boy who lives in a small yellow house in Montauk meets a wealthy teenage girl who lives in a vacation home, named Beauregard. When Buddy and Skye meet they could not be more dissimilar and the large difference in social class leads to a growth in Buddy’s insecurity. He begins to take on a persona that blocks out his innocent younger brother, Streaker, along with his parents. Although his wealthy grandfather is a hugely disliked character from his mother, as of extreme betrayal when she was a child, Buddy uses him to earn respect from Skye. For most of the novel, Buddy struggles with an extreme obsession with Skye Pennington. However, once Buddy accepts that his grandfather is a Nazi

George Hand sits on his couch struggling to load his only bullet into his revolver. He is frustrated and his body, wet with sweat. His hands were shaking making it difficult to guide the bullet into the chamber, but he finally succeeds. He closes and spins the barrel, and listens just like he'd seen on TV. He was ready now, for a solo game of Russian Roulette. He pressed the barrel against his temple, tipped his head forward and squeezed his eyes shut, his hands still shaking uncontrollably as tears race away from the well in his eyes. ‟Come on George, just do it,” he shouts to no one else in the room. He lowers the gun to his lap and takes a deep breath. He wipes away the tears with his forearm and says, ‟Relax...” He reaches for his bottle

“We got married at such a young age, I wasn’t able to live my life to the fullest.” “Once you started being away a lot more, I was able to find myself.” Leroy looks away, a little sad about what Norma Jean has been telling him. But he already never what was coming for me, he just didn’t want to believe his dream. He was hoping Norman Jean wasn’t feeling questionable about their marriage. Leroy looks back up at Norman Jean as she sits there with her head looking down at the table. “Please, just let me try to make up all this lost time.” Leroy pleads. Norma Jean looks up and says “I still love you Leroy, and I will give you a chance to change my feelings about our marriage.” Leroy smiles. He couldn’t believe Norma Jean is giving him this chance. He tells himself “It’s true you should never take anything for

So Calixta is happy after the affair and her husband and son are happy because she is not mad and is actually nicer to them. Alcee writes his wife a letter letting her know that he misses her but is okay with her and the children being gone, after receiving the letter Alcee’s wife is happy because she has a loving husband but is also glad to be alone for a while.

x-rays on my hand, a nice lady by the name of Dr. Rust came into my room and

As he was approaching Officer Hawkins, Mr. Pugh was on his stomach with Officer Hawkins behind him and an older male, now known to be Phillip Stoughton, standing behind them both trying to pull on Mr. Pugh's legs. At the moment he did not know if Mr. Stoughton was attempting to help Officer Hawkins or hinder the arrest of Mr. Pugh. Officer Francis watched Mr. Pugh push up onto his hands and knees with Officer Hawkins behind him trying to gain control of his arms. Mr. Stoughton had backed away from Officer Hawkins and Mr. Pugh as Officer Francis ran to aide Officer Hawkins. Officer Francis stated he yelled "stop resisting," twice and witnessed Mr. Pugh throwing his elbows toward Officer Hawkins' head in an attempt to strike him. To prevent an assault on Officer Hawkins, Officer Francis knew he had to quickly subdue Mr. Pugh. Officer Francis stated Officer Hawkins was holding on tightly to Mr. Pugh’s back, while Mr. Pugh thrashed his head back and forth throwing his elbows toward Officer Hawkins. Officer Francis thought the use of mace may miss Mr. Pugh’s

She couldn't do this to herself anymore. This was the last time, she knew it. Not just because she wanted to end things but because she could see it written all across his face. He was finally ending things as well. "I know." he started, his words soft and sad. "I love you, Coby and I always will but I am about to have a family. " Now he looked away from her. She merely nodded but stayed absolutely silent. "Things could have been different but.." he cut himself off but she knew what he meant, if she would have said yes to his proposal. She mentally kicked herself, she should have just married her and it would their children he called family. In that moment she felt so many emotions that she knew she was about to break, she needed to get out of there before she began crying. "We need to be strictly professional for now on." he finally said after a moment, braking the silence that filled the cruiser. "I know" she replied but she could hear her own voice break. She needed to get out of there right now and so for the last time, she leaned across the cruiser and places a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, too." She said before slipping out of the car, leaving him sitting

The first time Bitty witnessed Jack succumb to his anxiety, that’s all he was; a witness.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starving. And then I believe I have an old master of ours to try and convince not to go to the king. Oh, and you're coming with me for that."

Julia walked over to the briefcase and picked up the photo of Brenda that Franklin had laid on top of the case. She started to scream as tears poured from her face. She turned the photo to Franklin and yelled. “Am I the only woman? Am I? This is the same woman from your past and now you brought her to our future. You threw your marriage away for someone who doesn’t care a thing about you. I was there when she crushed your heart.

They didn’t speak to each other or look at one another. Charles knew that his wife was very disappointed at him. When they got back home, Elena was asleep in her room. Later that night, Anna decided to call her best friend, Mona. “I am getting sick and tired of Charles. Everytime he gets drunk, I have to bail him out of jail. What should I do?” Anna asked. “I am doing this is for Elena’s sake. She is only 4 years old and I don’t want her to feel that she does not have a father.” “Well…” Mona tried to come up with something. “I guess it is time for you guys to get a divorce.” Mona suggested. “Divorce? I can’t do that. I don’t want Elena to get hurt.” “Trust me, if you don’t you will eventually end up hurting more people.” “You’re right, but what should I do and tell him that I want to file for a divorce?” Anna wondered. “Just say that you can’t put up with this anymore and hand him the papers.” They talked for two hours and everyone was sleeping. The next day Charles came home, Anna handed him the divorce papers. “Here are the divorce papers for you to sign,” she said. “Oh,”he looked at her and took the papers

“The only thing you can do now is give her time and become the man you say you’ll be.” I left Tom to sit there alone with his thoughts and headed home. By the time I got home it was nine o’clock. All I did was fall into my bed, emotionally and mentally drained from the proceedings that had happened that

Alys ran through the street, holding a coat above her head in attempt to shield from the downpouring rain. Holding all the rain it could, the coat dropped all the water on to Aly’s head. She stopped under the archway to a shop and ran a hand through her white-blonde hair. The rain had taken out the curls and made it shoulder length.

A miniature, developing hand, pristine in condition transforms into a full-grown, wrinkle filled hand; writing the story of our life as we continue to experience it. Every hand begins in a similar way, holding our mother and father tightly as we depend on them to support our weight in only their two arms or hip. Then soon, squeezing our guardian’s hand with all our might as we take our first steps across our home. My non-dominant hand tells a lifelong story with every wrinkle, freckle, dark spot, and scar. Each of our imperfections makes us who we are. People around the world under appreciate the miraculous uses our non-dominant hand has to offer, and do not realize the necessities and benefits it provides us in our everyday lives. In the past, I neglected the wondrous uses my non-dominant hand had to offer, but as I began to reflect on past experiences, I realized the amazing actions it had already done for me and what it will soon face in the future. My left hand represents my whole life and the entirety of events I have experienced. My hand will forever continue to tell a story.