His hands intrigued me. Elegant, slender digits, nails nicely kept. Soft. No hard labor for him.
I watched as he gently caressed the puppy’s ears.
“Boss, what’s the word?” asked Eddie Marchetti.
“Kill the bastard,” he replied, continuing to caress the puppy.
Hands that never did their own dirty work.
This story of 50 words is written in response to the Daily Post Writing challenge to craft a story using just 50 words.