THE CROFTON CHRONICLE # 24
A single finger grazes the side of the light switch, hand trembling as it avoids the smooth white surface even as it presses down.
The point of contact itches, feeling dirtier than before.
Click.
There’ s two fingers now, dripping droplets onto the floor, fresh from the sink water where the hand was just washed. The fingers tap the switch.
Wiping on the towel— it’ s uncomfortable, but it’ s not dirty.
Click.
It comes as an afterthought, the hand unhesitatingly touching the light switch, decisively flicking the clean surface.
The hand leaves.
Click.
STEP BY STEP, UNTIL I REACH THE END