A Pinstriped Finger's My Only Friend by Robert T. Jeschonek

Author:Robert T. Jeschonek [Jeschonek, Robert T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pie Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 22

You're not gonna believe me...but just go with me on this. Humor me, okay? Because I swear, it's all true.

After I disappear from the girl's hand, I leave the world of neurotic loons behind. (Bye bye, Hell!) The next thing I know, I'm floating. All by myself. Not attached to a hand or anything.

I'm floating in a vast blue sky, drifting through the golden light of a sun like the one back home.

And it is glorious.

The sunlight's warm on my little pinky body. So are the updrafts of air from the heated ground far below. They push me up, roll me around, carry me in lazy, spinning circles.

I never knew it could be like this. I have never felt so free in my life.

I've spent my entire existence hooked to someone else, forced to go where they go, forced to do what they want me to do. Judd says to ball up in a fist with the other four fingers, I ball up in a fist whether I like it or not. Judd says to pick his nose or scratch his butt, I do it. (Yuck!) Judd decides he's gonna stuff me in a pocket, I can't fight the power.

For the longest time, I couldn't even talk back. Even when I finally could, it didn't give me any real control over my destiny. Judd gets what Judd wants; I'm just along for the ride.

I was so used to this state of affairs, I just accepted it. I had no choice. I complained, but I couldn't imagine a different way of life. Not this different.

I didn't know I could be separate.

And it only gets better. When a bird, a hawk, zooms toward me from above, I panic. Instinctively, I want to get away, to escape that razor-sharp beak. But what can a poor solo pinky do on his own, adrift in the vast blue expanse?

He can fly, that's what!

(I told you you weren’t gonna believe me!)

My panic peaks just as the hawk is on top of me. But then, a miracle happens. Just as its beak is about to grab me, I dart out of the way. Without thinking, I zip away, leaving the hawk to plunge onward without me.

(Holy spit! Did I just do that??)

At first, after my getaway, I just bob around on the air currents in a state of shock, wondering if it really happened. Severed fingers can't fly, can they?

(Who says so?? After everything I've been through, who says what a pinky can or can't do?)

As I think it over, I can't deny it. I really did move, and it was different from the way the air currents and wind have been moving me. Somehow, against all logic, I made it happen. I know it; I felt it.

And I know I can do it again. I want to do it again, more than anything I've ever wanted in my life.

(Wouldn't you??)

So I straighten my body and focus my mind, envisioning myself flying forward. I reach out with all my faith and hope, believing I can do it.

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