Hand in mine

Prose Poem for ‘Interlocking Fingers’ Prompt (1 of 3)

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I remember the first time our hands grazed each other. It was as if a spark of energy ran through me. Handing you my phone to look at was an opportunity for just a sliver of time when cells on my hand and yours could embrace. I was happy to even be so close to you.