A woman recounts all of the things she has used her hands for over the course of her lifetime and she regrets at the end of her life all of the things her hands never got to do. This was a short and sad look at a woman's life from childhood to senior adulthood. There is a loneliness to this story that draws the reader in from the beginning. I also think it was the perfect length. A longer story would have felt "telly" but this was just right.
A link to the story online can be found here: