Grotesque.
A man is troubled and paranoid about the size of his hands. He keeps them in his pockets, scared of the looks he'll receive if he removes them and waves them in the air while he talks. He is a man who is defined by this feature and his self-consciousness has made him isolated and lonely.
The story ends with him pacing the floorboards of his porch, looking into the night for someone who won't run away...he is lost to himself and the saddest part is that he knows it.
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