Hands

Pudgy little sausages.

The nails were bitten down. They were ragged and uneven.

The polish was red and chipping.

Bright red, firecracker red. Noticeable even if the girl was not.

She was ordinary. Boring straight hair, plain outfit, average features. Nothing special except for those hands, which were clutched together tightly in her lap.

Though the skin was exceedingly fair and supple, the hands were weathered, study. They had been through a lot.

“First time?” The girl asks, her voice slightly lower than expected, but still.. ordinary.

“Yea, first time.”

Those hands relax, the girl sighs. “Mine too.”