Her fingers looked nice today she thought. At fourteen, she worked at a pawnshop where her fingers would try on all the fake jewelry and ignore the real silver and gold rings. Some even had diamonds on them. They were interesting to them back then. This was before she left her country.
"Do you accept checks?" the man with the brown bag behind the counter asked her as she tried to ignore the sound from outside. "Yes we do." She replied. Distracted yet calm, she gave the tired looking Asian man a pen to use. Her fingers like this ordinary pen. "Thank you" he said to her. As she smiled peacefully at the man, she felt time slow down.
Quietly, she felt her fingers begin to disappear.
