Ok, I'll try. First three sentences of an experimental short story called A Show of Hands:
Shiny. The hands of the nurse, slathered with antiseptics and compassion as she tended to me. Cotton pinched between her fingers, she dabbed my skin with the lightness of a bird pecking at seeds. I watched the hands of a life lived, moulded by purpose — the kind I liked best.
A single word beginning sentence stops me in my tracks, puts me on "bail alert." The 2nd sentence also seemed problematic: 1st, it's an odd construction; more importantly, why would a nurse's hands be "slathered" in anything, let alone medicine -- wouldn't that make it difficult for her to do her work correctly? Also, I'd prefer to "see" the compassionate creature rather than be informed she is one. Ditto last sentence. The whole thing has a very melodramatic feel and unfortunately not for me.