Thursday, January 21, 2016
The Hand and the Cookie Jar
The relationship between the hand and the cookie jar was not fated to last. It started off as a torrid affair, enjoyed by both parties: the cookie jar had so much to give, and the hand promised so much, it promised the world. Occasionally, very occasionally, the hand would present the cookie jar with tokens of esteem, and this convinced the cookie jar of the hand's love. But the hand took far more than it gave, and before the cookie jar realized its plight it was empty, robbed of all that made it whole and vital. It was a hollow, broken thing, left to moulder on a shelf as the hand moved on to other, tastier pastures. The cookie jar wept crumbs, and gathered cobwebs, and dreamed of the day when it might again be needed.