The Man with the Bony Finger


“Guilty!” yelled a strange man. He was pointing a bony finger at my Dad.

Dad stared blankly at the man. “What have I done?” he asked.

“ You have stolen my Beloved!” he answered.

Dad asked, “ You know Veronica?”

“YES!”

My brain asked who was this crazy, strange man? How dare he insult Dad? I must know! I was worried this was a trick for someone with a grudge against dad, and he would punish him by murdering Mom.

Dad asked who he was and the man with the bony finger answered, “ I am The Man With The Bony Finger. Give me my beloved. Or be murdered.”
And the mystery remains, Who the man really was and what he wanted.
 
M

Ms. Gormly

VT

YWP Instructor

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