How I Came to Live in The Palm of His Hand by Susan Gibb

I snuggle down between the deepest creases of it, between the heart line and the head line of his left palm. His fingers curl over in a blanket. I am safe and warm.

On windy days he puts me in his pocket. Though still I feel the turbulence of the flying sand against my back, I face the warm beat of his heart and fall asleep sometimes, I am so safe.

It is easier now–though one would never think so–to cook his meals and clean our little house. I fly through as light as a cottonseed on the wind. My feet never touch the floor. I peek into the pots of simmering soups, stand on the edge and stir aromas into the air with my arms. I sleep upon a pillow by his side and barely make a dent into its silken softness. He smiles at me more warmly now and kisses me sweetly as he holds me in the palm of his hand. His hand I need no longer fear. His hand that is caressing, warm and safe.

I feel loved and cared for. I feel his admiration. I am the perfect wife, the perfect woman, here in the palm of his hand.


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15 responses to “How I Came to Live in The Palm of His Hand by Susan Gibb

  1. Thank you–I’m hoping too that the underlying story comes through that’s not quite so nice. Sometimes I get too subtle!

  2. On the surface, this reads like a fairy tale. I guess fairy tales read closely often *are* troubling, but here it’s as if she has disappeared from the world.

  3. Yes, I agree with as if she has disappeared from the world. And was unsure if she was really happy … or not.

  4. This one may need some work then. The key sentence is: “His hand I need no longer fear.” Thanks, folks!

  5. Al McDermid

    This is beautifully written, but also so brilliantly ambiguous that at first I did not know what to make of it. Is she serious? No, can’t be. The whimsy must be masking something sinister (His hand I need no longer fear.). Of course then I saw your comment. Pretty close to ‘too subtle’ but your rode that edge perfectly.

  6. You’ve nailed it, Al. Small is how she feels, not physically is. She’s done this as a response to abuse in order to survive.

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  8. Randal Houle

    :-D <—- Stepford wives Unite!
    well, I sense an "understory" here that may deal with the palm of his hand.

  9. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and finally got back to it alone in a hotel room (love my girls but they are noisy!). The sentence that unlocked this for me was ‘the turbulence of the flying sand at my back’. I take it back. Not lovely at all. But still vivid.

  10. This is my first stop by the 250 word challenge – your story struck me deeply. I work in the dv world – so “struck” is a telling word, no? Thank you for sharing. I get the deeper, underlying story, too.

    blessings as you continue to write. Brava.

  11. Love this story, said as much at fn. There’s so many levels in this, I get more and different with each read. Thank you for writing this. Peace…

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