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The Sixth Digit
Nov. 10th, 2002 11:21 amI 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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
