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- From: billbill@wetware.com (Bill Bill)
- Subject: Seven Right Hands
- Message-ID: <1993Jan21.064313.25084@wetware.com>
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- Organization: Castle Wetware
- Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 06:43:13 GMT
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- She turned her gaze to watch a waiter across the room. "I thought
- I had noticed something like that, yes."
-
- I grinned with fingers. "Ah, so you saw them. I was afraid I'd have
- to bring it to your attention." I wiggled three middle hands.
-
- "I suppose this explains the legs," she said.
-
- My legs had been sacrificed during gestation, along with my neck
- and ears. One limb happily remained unmerged. With all these arms,
- you'd think it would have been easy to hold someone.
-
- She looked down at her half-eaten slice of chocolate cake.
- I couldn't watch the corners of her eyes, but I knew they
- counted me. Did she count me her friend?
-
- All pretense past, I rested all seven elbows on the table, and my
- palm's face in the six lesser palms. "Tell me what you would need
- with seven hands," I said. Inside, I was all muscle.
-
- All seven of her heads turned up to meet my gaze. She said, "To be
- held completely. And maybe on darker nights, the shoulders. Shoulders
- have been few and too far between."
-
- bill bill @ wetware. com
-