miss.stephaniepascale
A man looked down at his hands, soft and healthy and new still, never seeing labor like the people who moved around him, no calluses or dirt or worn nails. And this saddened him, for he did not understand why the people with the dirtiest, roughest hands smiles the biggest and laughed the most.
She walked with power, a head of white curls to her bouncing breasts that made my heart stop. She looked down as she walked, either preoccupied in her mind, or watching her steps as to not trip and fall on some unseen crack. I watched her go, and thought about chasing her.