Every night since I was small, same corner, same result. It comes out six. It has always come out six.
Nobody believes me until I put the hand up, and then nobody says anything at all.
The family came off a boat down in Key West. A ship captain left a cat at a writer's house, the cat stayed, and half of that block has been walking around with the extra toe ever since.
The house is still there and so are the cats. Roughly half of them are born with more toes than the standard. That part is not a story I made up on the corner.
The guy measures me twice, goes in the back, and comes out with the wrong box every single time. I have stopped correcting him. We both know how this ends.
They gave me the board on the corner and asked what the message was. I did not have one, so I just showed them the hand.
counting again, still six
the glove was never going to work
he has seen it before, he does not care
talk to the hand, all of itGrey, striped, red shirt, smokes on the corner. Answers to nothing. If you find him he is not lost, he lives here.
soon