Story Prompts

“They’ll just give me a little slap on the wrist,” he thought. The punishment turned out far stranger than the crime.

Alone on the balcony at the holiday party, my crush approached me and asked to see my wrist.

The label on the perfume bottle read: “Apply to each wrist pulse. Rub together clockwise to move forward in time, counterclockwise to return. Effects last as long as the scent.”

On the playground, as she tied the red bandage around my bleeding wrist, I promised to help her if she was ever in trouble.

Write a prose poem about the sentimental and symbolic role of hands in human culture, where every word contains at least one of the letters in W-R-I-S-T as its connective tissue.