The other day I was looking at my hands. Okay, it was a very slow day and I was bored. But there I was looking at my hands and I noticed that my right hand and left hand don’t match.

I’m not talking about the fact that my left thumb is about a quarter of an inch shorter than the right thumb. I already knew that. I was there when I chopped it off. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t trying to shorten my thumb. I was trying to remove the carrot top. Not the comedian Carrot Top, but the actual green leafy part of the carrot.

Anyway, so I’m looking at my hands on this slow boring day and I noticed that the ring finger and middle finger on my left hand are exactly the same size. Strange, yes?

But wait, there’s more, the pointer finger and little finger on my left hand are the same size! Now that’s freaky! I have two pair of matched fingers on my left hand.

On my right hand all the fingers are of different lengths. They are all little individualists not confirming to another finger’s idea of the perfect length.

Then I began to wonder if there was any importance to the fact that my hands do not match.

And then I started to question why it took me nearly seventy two years to notice that my hands don’t match. I guess I’d never had as slow and boring of a day before.

© 2018 by Thomas E. Williams


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