its a hand. no deal. so what? we all have hands… but none as devious as this one.
it all started in a pottery studio.it started with a master of clay. but something went wrong. The so-called clay master created a hand out of clay for an anniversary present for his wife.but there was lighting… it struck in the abandoned pottery studio and the hand was alive…
Hello Trinity,
I love the ordinary conversational tone you use. I think you have such an engaging style and really hope to read more of your work. A fully developed tale would be great.