Skanky Mature Thumbs -

The right thumb was the thinker. It was slightly more flattened than the left, flattened by decades of rolling her own drum tobacco and smoothing out crumpled betting tickets. It had a permanent yellow-brown hue on the side, a badge of honor from her preferred brand of unfiltered cigarettes.

with a metallic clack that silenced rowdy men.

on her beat-up 1982 El Camino.

One rainy Tuesday at the Rusty Anchor pub, a young, impeccably groomed tech worker sitting next to her made the mistake of staring. His eyes were locked onto her hands as she gripped a glass of neat whiskey. Madeline didn't flinch.