Every age is the digital age. Where would we be without our digits and opposable thumbs?
The prompt at Carrot Ranch this week had us focusing on fingers, fast fingers, no less. In 99 words, no more, no less. I felt stumped at first, and then managed these three unrelated responses and one other, entitled “Donning“.
Watch Your Words by D.Avery
It was hard for him to catch everything she said, she talked so fast. When angry she talked even faster, emphatically, replete with innovative swear words. Just now she was on a creative streak. She was swearing mad. At him.
“Slow down”, he pleaded. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”
That got him an eye roll.
He didn’t need to catch every word. He knew what he had said was wrong and was hurtful. They’d been talking about having a baby. He had signed that he hoped their baby wouldn’t be born deaf.
That’s when her fingers flew.
Idling by D. Avery
Fingers cracking the pod and rolling the peas out into the pot in one deft move. Had that favorite paring knife, remember, always got the thinnest peel off a potato, all in one piece. She taught us all to knit, though none of us have ever gotten our needles clacking as fast as hers. She even tickled trout, would go down to the brook and get all she wanted and not a line or a net.
Now she just lies in bed, her papery hands fluttering to her face over and over, like she can’t believe she’s still here.
Perched by D. Avery
Plumes of paper rooster tailed from the adding machine, the cocky accountant’s fingers like frenzied birds swooping and diving at the keys.
She held her pencil thoughtfully, carefully examining the numbers, pecked and scratched at the paper. She didn’t want to ruffle any feathers, but something didn’t add up. Her fingers tapped out a message on her computer keyboard.
The investigation had barely begun when he flew the coop, though he was unable to line his nest as planned.
She got a feather in her cap. The promotion would help her grow her nest egg, which she tended prudently.