Open your hand

Open your hand is one of two parts of today’s prompt, taken from Sylvia Plath’s works.
The other is And dissolve of sorrow
They were part of a random selection chosen blind at a writing workshop. This is my response from that session.

‘Open your hand.’
Her tone demanded instant obedience so he opened his hand. It was what you did when you were eight and your older sister had that look on her face.
And her hands behind her back.

‘You’re not going to make me close my eyes?’ he said. They were the wor...