Hand surgery

bureau drawer. Trust blazed from his dark orbs as he offered them to Booker with a trembling hand. “Here.” A myriad of emotions played over Booker’s face; surprise, disbelief, uncertainty, admiration, until finally, his expression relaxed into one of pure love. With an unsteady hand, he took the proffered supplies and placed them on the mattress. As he caught Tom’s eye, his heart dipped, and he dropped to his hands so he could plant a tender kiss on his lover’s lips. “Are you sure, baby,” he breathed

My hands start to shake as I step into the ice arena. I can’t tell if I’m nervous or just freezing. The ceiling is decorated with annoying pink and yellow streamers. Seems to be right up Susan’s alley. Susan was a friend I wasn’t used to having. She was one of the most popular girls in school and liked by other peers. Today, however, her persona was more timid and worrisome than usual. I turn my gaze towards her hands fidgeting on her shirt and look up to see her eyes with regret. Skating over to

Tossing back and forth between my palms, my peach pit leaving sticky residue every toss and catch. I contemplated what to do with this pit after stripping the juicy flesh from its binding surface with my hands and indulging in the sweetness. I remembered my best friend telling me that he loved this variety of peach, from their color to their flavor and texture it was a decadent experience to consume. My plan is to plant this peach pit and grow a thousand more for my love. To begin I dig my hole

radio was quiet, the music providing ambience on top of the rumbling of the car’s engine. The last beat of the current song ended, filling the car with silence. After a few heartbeats, on came the next song, and I turned my head to look at the radio, hand outstretching to turn the dial up. As the strong, pulsing notes of the electric guitar filled my car, a smile came on to my face. It pulled me back, all those years ago, to a night I was ready to party and had hoped it would never end. The song

Nathaniel Hawthorne's, "The Birth-Mark," follows the story of a brilliant scientist and philosopher named Alymer. Alymer has just married the beautiful Georgiana, but even in their newly-wedded bliss, Alymer finds himself fighting the urge to ask his wife if she has ever thought removing the birthmark on her cheek. Once he cannot stand it any longer, he asks her the question. She playfully tells him no, she has never considered it, and that people often regard it as part of her charm. But Georgiana

kids if need be. The children will know that free time is done once the teacher rings the bell. After the children quiet down the teacher will then begin to sing "The Soap on Your Hands". The children will know that when this song is sung that it is time for then to wash their hands. Once they are done washing their hands, the teacher will instruct the kids to get to their assigned seat. Breakfast will be served once all of the children are seated. Wednesday the breakfast will be whole grain oatmeal

quiet fire in his eyes. Earl noticed a few crimson drops scattered over The Stranger’s neck and hands. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Earl asked timidly, now deeply concerned. “I don’t know. Is there?” The store was deathly still as the two men stood frozen in place. “Is something the matter, sir?” Earl asked, his palms began to sweat. He thought back to the revolver, and placed one hand under the desk. “The matter with what?” came The Stranger’s deadpan reply. “With anything at

Assignment Understand Child and Young Person Development Task A Complete tables; Questions A1 Complete the six tables on the following pages, showing the sequence and rate of development for children and young people from birth to 19 years. (506 1.1) 1. Physical development 2. Intellectual and cognitive development 3. Communication development 4. Social, emotional and behavioural development 5. Moral development 6. Development of Identity A2 Answer the following questions (506 1.2) 1. What

You, being my backup-girl will always be “A Day To Remember.” San-Tan sickly waves her hand. Disappears. We-neg turns into a decayed Apple Tree. A crackling noise of Thunder fills the room. James crosses over toward the tree, retrieves his ring and the necklace from a rotten apple. He puts the ring on his finger, and the necklace inside of his pocket. WE-NEG (V.O.) Little Protector let my fame and abundance steer you toward the high road of pleasure and success. JAMES I doubt it wizard because

Three rings sit upon my hand, wrapping around the perimeter of my fingers. Each one was given to me in order to represent what I mean to the bestower, one ring means more. It’s not that it holds a higher monetary value, rather just a higher and wider space in my heart. I see a future in it, a promise that love is present, and will remain that way during my lifetime. It’s bonded to my finger, leaving a line behind when rarely removed. It’s a promise. Most girls have or will possess a ring in their