Prompt – Found Dirty Hand

I tried.

First it was going to be a personal reflection with the theme of my dirty child refusing bath time.  That resulted in a tub full of bubbles and an immediate pull of the drain plug as my thoughts left me and the topic swirled away.  Then I pictured the hand laying along the road, a hand lost in a world of chaos.  Then the world suddenly froze, the chaos stopped and that topic flew away with the wind.  After than I pictured a discarded toy, missing not only the shirt off her back but also her left hand.  I thought she really must have given a lot to someone but I simply didn’t feel informed enough to tell her tale.  Now I’m writing about my inability to take something many would consider trash and turn it into an inked masterpiece.  Maybe it’s because it’s Monday and i’m tired and distracted by the bright lights outside the window or maybe it’s because  I need more than a hand to get through this.