His grasp was firm. Our eyes met. We both knew the potential consequences, but here we were. There was no turning back. When our hands finally retracted I felt a tingle run up my arm and down my spine. Who knows when I’ll hold a strangers hand again... I miss you, Eduardo.
I accidentally shook someone’s hand today.
I met a contractor at a job site and out of sheer habit and exhaustion extended my bare hand.
He hesitated for a nanosecond, long enough for me to realize what I had done, but not long enough to undo it.
The sensation of his bare palm on mine made me nervous and... a little excited too.
My mind flashed back to a time when we were all just shaking hands, waving these virus spreading digits around like naive children. Oh the bliss. The ignorance. The youth.