Friday Fictioneers – Hand Shake

© Jean L. Hays
© Jean L. Hays

A hand outstretched, in hopes of partnership to rebuild the lost: from a dissed utopia to a dystopia.  Annexation of their civilization was just conservation.  No one can make it alone anymore.  Not him.  Not them.  But together, their survivability increased exponentially.

But his hand shook.

He was nervous.  No, he was thirsty.  He was hungry.  They had run out of food that wasn’t radiated, outdated, or emaciated.  They needed to be satiated.

Dirt rested in the creases of his palm.  A thin layer of sweat coated his hand.  Blisters were at the base of each finger.

And his hand shook.


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12 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Hand Shake”

  1. I see what you mean about alliteration – I think it works very well. I especially liked the line “their survivability increased exponentially”. A very good piece, I thought.

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  2. Very gripping. The emotional ups and downs by the narrator are mirrored perfectly by the writing. I hope the collaboration will work for both sides, despite the doubts.

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