This is a short story piece I used for school based on an actual event that I'll never forget. I changed the names of everyone used so my teacher wouldn't recognize any of them. This writing means a lot to me. It's not that long (Only about 600 Words actually) so I hope you'll take the time to read it and review it, even though..well, this is it. I will be writing actual stories and posting them here, I just thought I should have something up if I sending reviews and comments out to others.

Holding Hands

I would give the world to return the that brief moment in time when our fingers intertwined.

Late last night, around 9 P.M, I was in a church with a large group of friends and some people I didn't even know. We all made a circle and our leader spoke. I can't remember his words though, I was too distracted. I was standing beside Lewis and I couldn't hear anything but his breathing; slowly, in and out. I could imagine his voice in all it's wonder. I glanced over at his red hair that seemed to cover his eyes. Such a shame; he had beautiful eyes.

Our leader told us to do something that made my heart seem to stop beating: "Everyone hold hands, and we'll pray."

The lady beside me, holding a whimpering baby, grabbed my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. I gripped her hand slightly and looked down to my right at Lewis' open hand. I slowly lifted my hand to his. I wasn't sure how to hold his hand though. Should I just lay it on his? Maybe just have the slightest grip? I decided though; I intertwined my fingers with his. I think he was surprised. No, I know he was surprised. His fingers were held together tighter than I'd thought they'd be, but he loosened them quickly when he realized what I was doing. I didn't grip his hand very tightly, nor did he to mine. In fact, he had his fingertips basically not even touching my hand at all, only where our fingers began did our hands really touch.

My friend, Brandon, looked over to me then at my hand and Lewis' hand. He raised his brow interestingly and smirked. I could feel my face turn red and I looked down to hide it as best I could.

The baby in the arms of the woman beside me suddenly began to cry. The woman released my hand and walked away. Brandon walked from where he was and came to hold my other hand. I'm glad he did; I had an insane urge to grip Lewis' hand tightly but didn't want anything to become too awkward. So, I tightly gripped Brandon's hand in fear and anxiety. He didn't mind thankfully. I noticed though, Brandon held my hand without intertwining his fingers with mine. I looked at all the other held hands and noticed that no one was intertwining fingers. I was the only one who did...how embarrassing.

Everyone closed their eyes as people in the circle prayed for a better time for us Jews. I didn't, nay, couldn't close my eyes though. I couldn't look away from my hand, from Lewis' hand. It looked about as rough as it felt, but that's expected since he played an instrument that required a lot of hand work.

When all was done, and we released hands, I found myself holding my hand and watching as Lewis entered another room. Katherine, one of the people who organized this night, called for everyone she was giving a ride home. As she argued with some child, I stared through the open doorway of the room Lewis was in. He was playing his instrument. As he looked down at it, his hair seemed to lay, seemingly relaxed, over his face. When he looked up, he saw me and stared into my eyes. I felt my face flush and I turned away. Katherine just at that moment was walking out. With one final look at Lewis, I ran out of the building and went back home.