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The Thumb Finger

The Thumb Finger


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The Thumb Finger After a long day with a tired body I pressed the doorbell of my house. Just, when the door opened my sweet little daughter Sara started to tell “Father! Why haven’t you bought my doll yet? I’ve wanted a doll for a long time.” She told it just as I entered the house. Sara is my only daughter. She is the apple of my eye. I would’ve given her the whole world if I could. As an excuse for today I said; “Sorry! I didn’t buy a doll for you today. But I’ll be sure to buy it for you tomorrow.” Sara has wanted a doll for a long time. I am just an ordinary restaurant worker. I don’t have much salary. I have a lot of trouble on paying the rent of my house so having a lavish lifestyle is out of thinking for me. But it’ll be Sara’s birthday in some day’s. I need to save up enough to get a doll for her. Otherwise, she will be very sad and I don’t want my daughter to cry on her birthday. I was going to my work when suddenly a shop caught my eyes. It had a very beautiful doll with jet black hair and ocean blue eyes. In curiosity I asked the shopkeeper “how much is it?” The shopkeeper said “The doll is only five dollars.” I was shocked. It was such an elegant and beautiful looking doll in such a low cost. The doll should’ve been at least thirty dollars. I was over the moon! I immediately bought the doll. I was over-joyed when I imagined my daughters warm smile. So, with a very good mood I went to work. As I went home that evening I realized I left the doll at the restaurant. When I told it to Sara, she became blue. I vowed her I’m going to give it to her tomorrow any-how. When the next day I went to work I saw a crowed in-front of the restaurant. As I went through the crowd I was a man lying there lifelessly. He was one of the cleaners in the restaurant. When everyone was taking his body out I realized his thumb finger on the left was missing. I didn’t think that much about it. I finished my work and immediately opened my locker and took the doll with me. When I got home, I gave that doll to Sara. Sara was so happy she jumped into arms and said “Than you daddy! I love you so much.” Her bright smile made my day. Just then my wife said “This doll looks very costly. How much was it?” I just smiled at her. Few days after I gave the doll to Sara. She was playing with it in the living room. I was reading the newspaper and suddenly the lights went out. I started to call Sara. But there was no sound of her. Then I heard some noise in the kitchen. I went there and saw her trying to cut the doll with a knife. Just when I was going to grab her hand. The lights came back. Sara looked at me and started to cry. I didn’t know what was happening so I comforted her with a hug. Few days after this incident my brother-in-law came to visit us. When he saw the doll in Sara’s hand he was shocked. He asked Sara who gave it and Sara told I gave it as her birthday gift. He came up to me and said “William where did you bought is form” I said ‘I bought it from a store near my work place.’ He then looked at me seriously and said “I know it’s absurd. But I saw the same doll with our neighbor’s daughter. She died two days later after that doll. After she died both of her parent’s suicide. The police found a doll same as Sara’s one. I somehow believed him. He said “let me have this doll for today. Give it back to the store tomorrow.” Saying that he took the doll from Sara and when to sleep. The next morning I went outside to take a walk. What is seeing froze my body and I blacked out. When I opened my eyes I was on the sofa. My wife was crying beside her brother’s body. I saw his thump finger was gone. I explained everything to my wife. She said to return it immediately. So, I went to rerun it. The shopkeeper said he can take it but won’t return the money which was fine by me. Just when I was returning I realized the dolls thumb was missing. -:END:-
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