In honor of The Second Annual International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, I am posting "Fingered," a flash piece that first appeared in
SDO Detective in 2004 and is no longer available in electronic or print format.
FingeredCopyright 2004
Someone sent a finger to me yesterday. A man’s I guessed from the size, but I’m not a coroner, just a newly licensed lawyer.
The finger came in the mail wrapped in paper and foil, and when I opened the package, the digit fell to my office floor. The severed finger pointed up at me in grisly admonishment, and beside it lay a note with glued letters from magazines that read, “Pay up or more will follow.”
There were no other instructions or hints to help me.
After vomiting all over my desk, I called the police.
Crime scene investigators taped off my office, while a pair of detectives interviewed me. Nothing came of the questioning because I have no family or friends gone missing or kidnapped.
Someone has the wrong address.
I don’t know how much to pay or where to send it. Maybe more details will be forthcoming, but I know in my heart that another finger will come instead. I just hope it doesn’t take longer than nine more mailings for the police to figure this all out.
I hate to think what will come after the last finger.