Her hands

“I always wanted to know what it’d be like to have nice big hands. It’d be a lot easier to play instruments, you know.”

“I can help you out with that”, you say, motioning her to the guillotine. She sits down facing the blade and puts her hands in the stocks. Before she has a chance for second thoughts you pulled the rope and let the blade fall with her hands.

“This is strange... I can still feel my hands even though they’re off”. You can see her tense her wrists like she was closing her fists, and saw her disjointed hands follow. You then decided to place your hands in the guillotine as well. You tugged the rope with your mouth and the blade fell with a resounding chop. Your hands fell to the floor and were quickly collected by your sister. She placed her stumps at the wrist and watched as your hands magically merged with her arm. Then, she picked up her bow limp former hands and placed them on your arms.

You curl your hands in to a fist, “These are smaller than I’m used to”. You rub your soft, petite hands across your body, and admire the ruby nails.