12 Fingers...A Short Story

Jun 01, 2007 17:45


12 Fingers

I kept hearing the sounds of children chanting off in the distance, 
every time the man spoke to me. 
His eyes told stories that his words could not imagine. There was a time when this man was a little boy. He played in the driveway of the middle-class home he grew up in. He always waited for the postman, just so he could frantically wave, ( Read more... )

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mqoq June 4 2007, 15:31:51 UTC
Creepy! This reminds me of a traditional sort of ghost story. It has a supernatural sort of ambiance...

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