Kimmico
Chapter I: Hands
By: Michelle
An old woman kneaded dough to make a loaf of bread. Her long gray hair was arranged in a bun with a few loose strands that curled in her face. She lightly brushed them away without getting flour on her face.
She stood there kneading the dough. Her legs hurt her but she continued her task. She felt so weak and tired, but didn't want to show it to her pupil she was teaching.
The young girl watched as the old hands shook. Her fingers were so slim and delicate. She took a little more flour and spread it on the counter so the dough would not stick. Everything she seemed to do was with care and ease.
Her hands shook more and more. They were in so much pain, yet she continued.
"Massie." The young girl spoke. "You should sit. I shall finish for you."
"Best." The old woman said to the youth. "These old hands are tired"
The young girl watched as the old woman slowly walked to her chair. She sat down and watched her as she began to knead the dough.
Her hands were so full of life and strong, unlike her own. The girl kneaded the dough with care as she had done earlier.
The old woman began to rock in her old wooden chair as she watched the girl.
The old woman continued to rock in her old handmade wooden chair as she watched the girl knead the dough.
The tired old gray haired woman continued to rock in her old sturdy handmade wooden chair as she watched the green three fingered girl knead the dough.