From TC 9:1 – “The Oaten Hands” by Nathaniel Tower

His hands were made of oats.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t been a horse whisperer.
His hands were like that when he was born. No one really understood why. Neither of his parents had any body parts made of oats. Neither of them had even eaten any oats the morning the conception took place. But sure enough, when Edwin MacGrain was born on that windy November night, he slid out, covered in all the embryonic goo, with hands made out of thousands of sturdy oats, all clumped together in the exact shape of normal looking hands.
Continue Reading

Print Friendly, PDF & Email