She ran one long hand through her short hair, and left it standing up in peaks.

And when the long hand had made its own full circle.

The long hands reached for him again, but he was halfway to the door.

His thin, long hands were linked on the table before him.

And he stretched his long white hand up for it.

She closed her eyes for a moment, but still held on to the long bony hand.

His long white hands fell away from the keys, and he stood up slowly to face them.

He pulled the back of a long thin hand across his eyes.

To this day, even with a college degree, I cannot write long hand but continue to print.

Perhaps she will once more reach out with those long hands to - No!