thedarksiren2 | The Sixth Digit

I was sitting at the foot of my bed Indian-style, fiddling with my keys because I wanted to get into the trunk that sits there. Someone, maybe

wraptboy, came to the doorway of my room to ask me something; I turned, looked up slowly, inch-by-inch, and looked him (them?) in the eye, shaking my head "no" as if in slow-motion.

Just as I found the key, something tickled my left hand. When I went to scratch at it, I felt a nub of sorts. Looking down I realized I had grown a second pinky, just below the other one. It was small, and still growing, but growing nonetheless.

Of course, this flipped me out a bit, so I stood up and went into our living room to show everyone.

love_power cracked some jokes, and

bindrune mentioned that having a sixth finger meant I was psychic.

I held my hand up before me, back-handed, and stared at the now six-fingered hand.

The pinky, having what seemed like its own mind, wiggled, almost waved, at those before me. All of them,

love_power,

wraptboy,

bindrune,

renwick, and The Mistress, lost themselves in hysterics at this motion.

The pinky's feelings were hurt, and it curled into a ball, similar to that of a pill bug, and tucked itself beneath the safety of the main pinky.

I was a bit distressed with the whole situation - I had a fucking sixth pinky, for chrissake! I turned around and went back to fooling with the trunk, sitting Indian-style on the floor.

I began to mumble to myself when I felt a cold gust of air. I looked to my right - there was a girl/ woman, naked, gray-skinned and vacant-eyed on her hands and knees, looking at me. Her breath was a visible vapor of dolphin-blue, and I think she was weezing.

I looked forward again, scared out of my mind, and contemplated the meaning of this - was I really psychic then?

When I turned to look again, she was gone.

I held up my hand before my face again, palm facing me, and without speaking assured the pinky it was OK. It unraveled itself, and I appreciated my freakish new member - my hand was more beautiful than ever.

When I woke up, and ever since yesterday, my left hand has felt a bit lacking - I keep rubbing there, wondering if I should expect something.