Experiene Writing Halloween Prompt: DISEMBODIED

It started off with the her pinky finger on Lucia Hopkin’s left hand.

One day at work Lucia was at her desk writing a note to the sales rep who sold her office coffee and other hot drinks  and creamers. She was going to write that they needed to double their French Vanilla creamer order.

She looked down at her hand and something looked off.

It was her pinky finger.

It was arched gracefully on her desk, next to the post it. She tapped each of her fingers on the desk at a time and when she got to her pinky finger it took a second, just a second longer for it to tap after she told it too.

It was as if it had to think about tapping.

For the rest of the day she caught her pinky finger tapping lazily on it’s own and when she looked down at it, the tapping stopped. It just stood in place ignoring her. It had the nerve, the absoulte nerve to pretend as if was like the rest of her fingers.

But she knew better.

For two long months Lucia pretended that the pinky on her left hand was normal, that it was part of her, that one night someone did not sneak into her house, drug her and then amputated her pinky finger and attatched a finger from a total stranger onto her hand.

The problem was, Lucia was positive that was exactly what happened.

When her sister called she listed for any sign that her sister was hiding something- Lucia could always tell when Francie was hiding something because when she got stressed out she lisped.

She paid attention to her co-workers. She watched to see if any of them were paying attention to her hand. Did they avoid touching her hand? Or Was anyone touching her arm or hand more then normal as one sometimes did when they were talking to their friends.

Whoever had stolen her pinky finger was probably too smart to be tripped up by simple little trick. After all, stealing a body part and sewing it onto another body and then getting away with it took some skill.

Lucia began to loose weight. Her hair started to fall out. She was biting her lips so much they were chapped and as for the pinky finger on her left hand, it looked firm and straight and the nail bed was even healthy.

She didn’t know what to do about this, but she knew she couldn’t keep that finger on her hand for much longer. She was sure it was making her sick. That it was killing her. Maybe that’s why someone had attatched it to her hand.

Finaly, one night Lucia got out of bed and stumbled down the hall to her bathroom. Something felt different. Something was wrong. She could feel it.

Lucia put the toilet seat down and sat on it. Then she held her hand up and was relieved to see that the only thing that looked wrong was her imposter pinky finger.

Lucia stood up slowly, she went to the sink and turned the cold water faucet on. She splashed her face and looked up into the mirror.

She gasped. She reached out and touched the reflection of her nose and her ears.

” Oh no. “she cried ” Oh no no no. ‘

Lucia straighted up. She went to her kitchen and when she came back into the bathroom she had a fillet knife in her hand. She looked into the mirror and said, ” who could have done this to me? ”

Lucia  was sure she had spoken out loud, but the voice she heard wasn’t her own. So, her broken spirit said to her,  someone had stolen that too.

She held her knife up to the mirror and thought about the horrible inexplicable things people did to each other and then she began to cut.