3. Surrogate Hands
With my hand, I pushed back the hair in her face. She’s an image of pure, pallid beauty.
It was like her life was a petal upon the edge of a fingertip, which could be easily blown away. I held onto her, in case she fell from the tips of those fingers. I moved too quickly and she fell. I let go of another motherly hand.
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