Our task was to write a short story describing a hand:
The telephone rang and slowly a hand reached out to pick up the receiver; there was a jangle of cheap bracelets and my eye was drawn to the shiny diamante rings that reflected in the light. The skin was soft although you could see from the tiny wrinkles that these hands knew what a hard days work meant. Long plastic blood red nails curled under; hunched as if in stalking mode and ready to be unsheathed at any sign of danger; deadly to the victim. Elegantly the hand completed it journey and delivered the mouth piece to it's owner:
'Hi this is Cindy 0800 sexy phone, what's your pleasure honey?'
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