Narcissus stared at the art work

before selecting a martial sleeve.

A fusion of Japanese gangster

and Polynesian tribal.

 

Hand function was straightforward.

Ranging from tea ceremony

to stone crusher,

crocodile wrestler

was the choice.

 

She thought her bank authorisation

into the machine

and dropped her old arm

in the recycling tray.

 

Her measurements were scanned.

The arm was made in a few minutes.

Narcissus offered up her stump

for fitting.

 

Nemesis  turned

towards the familiar voice.

His unuttered greeting

collapsed in the crunch

of his destroyed windpipe.

 

Narcissus selected an

unadorned sleeve.

Hand just a few points

light of flower arranger.