The Mask. Anonymous
He always had a mask that the fine hand held, always a mask in front of his face.
The hand, indeed, holding it gracefully, fulfilled its function. Sometimes, however, there was a tremor, a slight spasm of the fingers, so slight, so slight. For holding the mask?
Years, years, and more years I was wondering without daring to say it, until at last, gathering courage, I looked behind the mask. But I didn´t find anything: there was no face.
She had become a hand, just a hand, a hand holding a mask, with much grace.