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.
 

Ms. Gormly

VT

YWP Instructor

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