Short Story: His Hands #BlogShorts

His Hands
by Tom B. Taker

His hands were instruments of creation. Wood became lumber; lumber became two-by-fours; sticks became a house.

What he did best, though, was making that house into a home.

This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.

8 responses

  1. Aw, this is pretty touching.

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    1. Hey, thanks! I actually waffled on this one quite a bit. In the end, though, like always, “what the hell?” won over. 🙂

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      1. Much like my barmy post this morning: it can’t all be about poop. 🙂

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  2. Love it. Such a softy for hardwood.

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    1. Thanks. My goal for this one way to write in a way that was possible if I wasn’t me. I was trying to stretch my chops. 🙂

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  3. There are two kinds of men in this world. You give them both a stick and one builds a home and the other beats his dog.

    Glad to know dogs are safe in the Abyss. 🙂

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    1. As usual I’m in limbo. I can’t build a darn thing but I believe in being kind to animals. I don’t know if dogs would be safe here, though. My cats would probably get them. (By hiding under the bed, of course.)

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  4. Glad to know you’re your using your wood properly good sir. And by that I meant your pencil, love this short.
    B*

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