I‘m ill Two chopsticks grew on my hand, Just like the familiar brown-red pair we use at home, with slender tips, they grew on my right hand, crossing in my palm. They don't hurt normally, But when I try to bend them, they ache. So, I have to hold them every day, open my hand, then grip them again, open, grip, open... One day, on the street, A stranger stopped me, someone I didn't know, Tall, thin, with semi-long curly hair, smoking a cigarette. He asked if I had any money, I said no...
