Her Hands by slaymesoftly
 
 
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A true drabble to prove to Always_jbj that I could do one of exactly 100 words. Set in an imaginary future post NFA.

Her Hands

It was the hands that finally convinced him – not her words, or the tears standing in her eyes – it was the hands. Those small, deadly hands that he knew so well. He’d been ready – knew exactly what he needed to say to let her off the hook. He’d be understanding, accepting, help her see that it was all right that she hadn’t meant it. But her hands never stopped moving. While she murmured, “You didn’t believe me,” over and over, her hands stroked and patted, caressed and clutched, never stopping in their search for reassurance that he was really there.