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The document introduces a short story compilation written by the author. It begins by summarizing the first story titled "Waiting for the Train" where the narrator has feelings for a boy they see everyday taking the train but struggles to confess due to missed opportunities. It then continues setting up their daily routine of casual greetings on the train before moving the story forward.
Nashee finds herself transported into the fantasy world of her own story. She meets various characters who help her on her quest to find her lost pink laptop and bring peace to the six kingdoms. Along the way, she discovers she is the "Chosen One" who is prophesied to change the world. After facing attacks from an enemy named Castile, Nashee continues her journey, gaining an icy flute and meeting a mysterious nameless man with cat ears who helps her recover from illness.
Dawn discovers she is pregnant after a trip to France. She realizes the father, Don, is a liar and cheat after a woman answers his phone while he was showering. Dawn tells Don she is pregnant. Though distrustful of him, Don enthusiastically proposes marriage. Dawn remains unsure given his infidelity and wonders if he truly loves her.
This document is an excerpt from the novel "Women" by Charles Bukowski. It introduces the main characters, Henry Chinaski and Lydia Vance. Lydia, a sculptor, invites Henry to her home to sculpt his head. During their sessions, they begin to develop an attraction and connection to one another, though Henry remains fearful of relationships. The excerpt describes their interactions and growing intimacy as Lydia works to capture Henry's likeness in clay.
The narrator recounts witnessing her mother stab and kill her father when she was 8 years old. She hated her mother and studied criminology hoping to imprison her mother for the murder. However, she later discovers her mother's diary explaining that robbers had broken in and her father was killed shielding her mother. The narrator's mother dies from a brain tumor without the narrator making amends. The narrator comes to regret hating and distancing herself from her mother, realizing the truth too late. The narrator reflects on the importance of showing love to parents while they are still alive.
1) Anahita tries to convince her friend Nina to leave a late night party due to rumors of a werewolf in the area. However, Nina refuses and is dancing with a handsome man.
2) The next day, a couple is found dead near the college from apparent werewolf attacks. Anahita then encounters the man from the party, who admits to being the werewolf.
3) After doing research, Nina realizes Anahita was telling the truth about the werewolf. She worries for Anahita's safety as she drives back to campus alone on a night of a full moon.
The detective is investigating the Strangling Servo murder case in Strangetown. They have interviewed two former detectives, Elmyra Beaker and Ripp Grunt, who were assigned to the case. Elmyra revealed that a man named Gargamel Pie owned the servo that committed the murders and had ordered it to kill. Ripp admitted that he and Elmyra had been distracted from their surveillance of the final victim because they were kissing. This allowed the servo to kill the victim. The detective becomes suspicious that the police supervisors did not properly discipline Elmyra and Ripp for their mistake. They go to interview their former lieutenant, Kirsten Singles, to get further answers.
The narrator has been investigating the Strangling Servo murder case in Strangetown. They have interviewed Detective Elmyra Beaker, her former partner Ripp Grunt, and their former lieutenant Kirsten Singles, discovering suspicious behavior regarding the handling of the case. The narrator also spoke to PetTech, who hinted at deeper connections but provided no clear answers. After searching various clubs, the narrator encounters Gargamel Pie, the prime suspect in ordering the servo killings. Gargamel invites the narrator to talk privately, suggesting the case may finally be solved.
Roxanna tells Marcus she is pregnant after he has been neglecting their relationship to focus on vampire activities. Marcus agrees to make more time for Roxanna and the baby. Later, as Roxanna walks home from work exhausted, a zombie gypsy confronts her, saying she is owed something. The gypsy tries to take Roxanna's protective bracelet but is stopped by Jean, Helen, and Terri using magic.
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This document is a narrative written from the perspective of a student waiting at a train station café. Some key details:
1. The student missed her connecting train and is waiting in the dingy station café, drinking terrible coffee while waiting for her next train.
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1) Anahita tries to convince her friend Nina to leave a late night party due to rumors of a werewolf in the area. However, Nina refuses and is dancing with a handsome man.
2) The next day, a couple is found dead near the college from apparent werewolf attacks. Anahita then encounters the man from the party, who admits to being the werewolf.
3) After doing research, Nina realizes Anahita was telling the truth about the werewolf. She worries for Anahita's safety as she drives back to campus alone on a night of a full moon.
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The narrator has been investigating the Strangling Servo murder case in Strangetown. They have interviewed Detective Elmyra Beaker, her former partner Ripp Grunt, and their former lieutenant Kirsten Singles, discovering suspicious behavior regarding the handling of the case. The narrator also spoke to PetTech, who hinted at deeper connections but provided no clear answers. After searching various clubs, the narrator encounters Gargamel Pie, the prime suspect in ordering the servo killings. Gargamel invites the narrator to talk privately, suggesting the case may finally be solved.
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The document tells the story of Roxanna, who moves to Sim City after a traumatic loss leaves her feeling disconnected from her family and ability. She finds community in her new living situation, sharing meals and bonding with her housemates. Roxanna eventually gets a stable job as a bartender through one of her housemates. She grows closer to her housemates and finds purpose in her new life in the big city.
A security guard tours an empty office building late at night. On one floor, he finds a woman tied up and blindfolded. He proceeds to sexually assault her. Afterward, he pretends to rescue her and leaves her untied. The woman thanks him for being her "savior." Later, the security guard sees the woman around the office building and she still refers to him as her savior, while rumors spread that she is promiscuous with other men in the office.
This document is a literary magazine containing poems, short stories, and photographs from various student contributors. It includes biographies of the staff and contributors. The table of contents lists 26 pieces contributed by 27 different students under categories like poetry, fiction, and photography. It expresses thanks to teachers, administrators, and donors who supported the magazine's publication.
The Devereaux Legacy: Chapter Three - Part 1peasant007
This chapter covers the lives of Savannah and Sebastian as they each deal with unexpected changes. Savannah is forced to marry her lover Merlin and becomes pregnant with their child against her wishes. Sebastian prepares to leave for college as the new heir to his family after his sister Lillian was disowned for practicing evil magic. Tensions remain high as Lillian has vowed revenge on the family.
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This document is a narrative written from the perspective of a student waiting at a train station café. Some key details:
1. The student missed her connecting train and is waiting in the dingy station café, drinking terrible coffee while waiting for her next train.
2. She sits down and begins writing in her notebook, noticing details like the stain from her lipstick on her coffee cup.
3. As she writes, she reflects on saying goodbye to her grandfather that morning, knowing he is ill and may not have much time left.
4. The student writes to process her emotions, acknowledging difficult facts like the likelihood that this was the last time seeing her grandfather alive. She hopes to compartment
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Cathedral
By Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to
spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s
relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements
were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would
meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one
summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in
touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t
enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind
bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the
blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-
eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn’t have any
money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in
officers’ training school. He didn’t have any money, either. But she was in
love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She’d seen something in
the paper: HELP WANTED—Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone
number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She worked with
this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that
sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-
service department. They’d become good friends, my wife and the blind
man. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her
face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of
her face, her nose—even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to
write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a
poem or two every year, usually after something really important had
happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In
the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over
her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about
what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I
can remember I didn’t think much of the poem. Of course, I didn’t tell her
that. Maybe I just don’t understand poetry. I admit it’s not the first thing I
reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favors, this officer-to-be,
he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of
the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye
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to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer,
and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d keep in touch, she and the
blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up
one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They
talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. She did ...
This summary provides the key details and events from the short story "Cathedral" by Raymond Carver:
A blind man, who is an old friend of the narrator's wife, is visiting them after the death of his wife Beulah. The narrator is uncomfortable with the visit and harbors stereotypes about blindness. His wife informs him about the blind man's relationship with Beulah, how they were married for eight years until she passed away from cancer. The blind man arrives and the narrator reluctantly greets him, realizing he should support his wife in welcoming her old friend during his time of grief.
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“Cathedral” by Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife's, he was on his way to spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife's relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-laws'. Arrangements were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would meet him at the station. She hadn't seen him since she worked for him one summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn't enthusiastic about his visit.He was no one I knew. And his being blind bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn't have any money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in officers' training school. He didn't have any money, either. But she was in love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She'd seen something in the paper: HELP WANTED--Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She'd worked with this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-service department. They'd become good friends, my wife and the blind man. How do I know these things? She told me. And she told me something else. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of her face, her nose--even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a poem or two every year, usually after something really important had happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I can remember I didn't think much of the poem. Of course, I didn't tell her that. Maybe I just don't understand poetry. I admit it's not the first thing I reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who'd first enjoyed her favors, the officer-to-be, he'd been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I'm saying that at the end of the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said goodbye to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer, and she moved away from Seattle. But they'd kept in touch, she and the blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about .
Katrina has a dream about her future with Destry that is interrupted by Pong accusing her of cheating. She moves out of the dorms and into a beach house. At a party there, Destry talks to her but she runs away, uncomfortable. She names her new Greek house "Hoh" and recruits friends to join. Pong shows up uninvited to her next party at the beach house.
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Introduction
In the realm of entertainment, few names resonate as Orpah Winfrey Dwayne Johnson. Both figures have carved unique paths in the industry. achieving unparalleled success and becoming iconic symbols of perseverance, resilience, and inspiration. This article delves into the lives, careers. and enduring legacies of Orpah Winfrey Dwayne Johnson. exploring how their journeys intersect and what we can learn from their remarkable stories.
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Early Life and Backgrounds
Orpah Winfrey: From Humble Beginnings to Media Mogul
Orpah Winfrey, often known as Oprah due to a misspelling on her birth certificate. was born on January 29, 1954, in Kosciusko, Mississippi. Raised in poverty by her grandmother, Winfrey's early life was marked by hardship and adversity. Despite these challenges. she demonstrated a keen intellect and an early talent for public speaking.
Winfrey's journey to success began with a scholarship to Tennessee State University. where she studied communication. Her first job in media was as a co-anchor for the local evening news in Nashville. This role paved the way for her eventual transition to talk show hosting. where she found her true calling.
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Before entering the world of professional wrestling. Johnson had aspirations of becoming a professional football player. He played college football at the University of Miami. where he was part of a national championship team. But, injuries curtailed his football career, leading him to follow in his family's footsteps and enter the wrestling ring.
Career Milestones
Orpah Winfrey: The Queen of All Media
Winfrey's career breakthrough came in 1986 when she launched "The Oprah Winfrey Show." The show became a cultural phenomenon. drawing millions of viewers daily and earning many awards. Winfrey's empathetic and candid interviewing style resonated with audiences. helping her tackle diverse and often challenging topics.
Beyond her talk show, Winfrey expanded her empire to include the creation of Harpo Productions. a multimedia production company. She also launched "O, The Oprah Magazine" and OWN: Oprah Winfrey Network, further solidifying her status as a media mogul.
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Dwayne Johnson's wrestling career took off in the late 1990s. when he became one of the most charismatic and popular figures in WWE. His larger-than-life persona and catchphrases endeared him to fans. making him a household name. But, Johnson had ambitions beyond the wrestling ring.
In the early 20
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My missing left hand (final version march 19-2016)
1. MY MISSING LEFT HAND
a silly short story by:
C. David Cataford
Edited by: Brent Santin
(March 2016)
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I was alone in my office when I took a nap. When I become bored I fall asleep. I was alone and I
was bored and I was asleep. When I woke up, I noticed that my left hand had fallen off. I was
greatly pained and extremely vexed to see my left hand just sitting on the floor beside my feet
and not, instead, where it should have been at the end of my left arm. I soon grew bored with
all the anxiety and this made me tired so I decided to take another short nap.
A few moments later I awoke and noticed that my left hand was no longer on the floor. A quick
survey of the room revealed nothing; nor had it re-attached itself to my wrist. As you can
imagine, I was still vexed! My mind began racing:
Do I have proper body posture when I sit?
I saw a stunning lady on the street yesterday. Had she been looking at me, or were her
eyes just wandering as eyes often do?
Perhaps somebody had come into my office and had stolen my hand. Who would do
such a thing? Who would steal a hand?
Perhaps it was somebody like me...somebody without a hand.
Unfortunately I was still too tired to continue this line of thinking and so I got ready to go home
for the day. I stood up and put on my jacket, which I had placed on a nearby chair. I pulled my
gloves out of the jacket's pocket when I suddenly remembered that I had no left hand to put a
glove onto. This made me upset, and so once again I was vexed and upset. I left for the parking
lot only to release that with one hand, driving my gearshift car would prove difficult. Yes, it
could be done, but I was not a confident driver even with two hands. What was I to do?
I paused and thought about my wife. I am a married man. Notice I did not say a “happily
married” man. That's because while I am married but I am not a happy man. My spouse is
more like a camp counsellor than a wife. She is a determined person and likes to keep busy.
She is also very serious and unable to tell even the simplest of jokes. Do you remember when
you were a little kid at summer camp? Do you remember how you instantly feel in love with
your summer camp counsellor? You looked up to her, but as time passed you started losing
respect. By the end of the summer, you ended up hating her and hoping that she would not be
around the following year. That sums up the relationship I had with my wife. In fact, I think she
actually once was a camp counsellor! As I walked, my thoughts were pre-occupied with my
wife.
I reached my house and found it empty, so I decided to phone the missing hand help hot line. It
was a 1-800 number, so would be a free call. A thin sounding female voice answered and I
informed whoever was at the other end of the line that my hand was missing. There was a long
pause.
It turns out that I was the first person ever to call this number - that’s what the thin voice told
me - so she was unable to assist me. However, the lady (who seemed very nice) said that she
would send me some information through the mail. Then much to my surprise she offered me
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a job. I told her that I would think about it. I hung up the phone using my right hand and went
to the basement.
I suddenly remembered that I had a fake hand in a storage box somewhere in the upstairs
basement. I guess I had acquired it about six years ago to use as a prop for a Halloween party
attended by my wife and myself. My wife had dressed up as “Santana” Claus and I had dressed
up as Dirty Harry Potter and for some strange reason I had used a fake left hand. As I thought
of that party I remembered that a lot of strange things had happened there. A man I had never
seen before had come up to me and told me that he thought I had attractive hands. At the
time I didn’t think much of his comment, but I thought about it now as I awaited my wife's
return. I was in my upstairs basement and I was thinking.
As none of my thoughts were very interesting, I put on the fake left hand and went downstairs.
I wondered what was keeping my wife when I spied the calendar on the fridge. On today's
date, written in my wife's absolutely strict handwriting, was the phrase “DENTIST
APPOINTMENT AT NOON”. I felt relieved and I was relieved. I was a one-handed relieved man
with his wife at the dentist. With the anticipation gone, I suddenly felt bored and therefore
tired so I decided to take another nap before my two-handed wife came home. As I was trying
to get to fall sleep, I began thinking of the human body and how it was organized. The body has
two of everything: two eyes, two ears, two legs, two sets of toes, two arms, two nostrils. Some
humans even have two chins. Now, I had one hand - only one hand. I felt like screaming, but
by this time I had already fallen asleep and so was unable to scream.
* * *
"Wake up, wake up!" my wife roared into my left ear. I had been snoozing on my right side. I
opened my eyes and found myself looking into her clean teeth.
"Any cavities?" I asked.
"No!" she replied. She then looked toward my fake left hand. I don't know if she knew if it was
fake or not but she asked me why I was not wearing my wedding ring. She sounded upset, as if
I was letting her down.
"I have never taken MY ring off. Never!" She complained.
I reacted rather nastily to what she was implying, "Well then … what about that time you
dressed up as Santana Clause a few Halloweens ago? You took off your ring then didn't you?"
"I was paying a character! Santana Clause isn't married!"
My mind then began to focus on that evening all those years ago. What if my wife and that
man - the one who asked about my hands - what if they were having an affair? What if my wife
wanted to show her lover to me, without my even noticing? Come to think of it, that man had
been dressed up as a dentist!
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I had clarity of thought. My wife was having an affair with her dentist and they had plotted to
steal my hand and run off to be together for the rest of their lives. What a cruel woman! She
runs off hand in hand with a lover while leaving me handless.
I decided that I was going to leave her in the morning. You see I hate face-to-face conflict, and
so my plan was to slip out in the morning without telling her thing. I settled into a calm sense
of resolve.
To my great surprise we had a wonderful dinner together. The conversation between us was
immaculate. After dinner I did the dishes. My wife had not yet noticed my fake left hand. I did
have one slight problem though. After I had finished washing up I discovered that my right had
was full of splinters! The cause of my problem had been straightforward; one hand was made
of wood, which swelled in water while the other was covered in skin, which puckered up. I had
rubbed them together while scrubbing. That's why they don't use wooden slides at water parks,
I guess.
That night we watched "The Empire Strikes Back" on the Tube, which was one of my favourite
movies. Ironically, it’s the movie were Luke Skywalker loses his hand. During a commercial
break a Missing Hand Help Hotline advertisement came on. I tensed up, watching my wife's
reaction out of the corner of my eye and all the while not saying a word.
"Who would phone such a Hotline, what a stupid idea," she muttered.
Little did she know that in the morning I would leave her.
* * *
I had a lot of trouble the following morning. I was unable to leave my wife because I slept in. As
it turned out my alarm was not set. I had forgotten to set it. You see, my left hand usually sets
it for me. This may sound strange but my left hand did a lot of important things for me and one
of those things was setting the alarm. Sometimes my wife would wake me up if my alarm
didn't go off, but in this instance my wife had left for work already. I then noticed my fake hand
sitting on the floor beside the bed. It had come loose and fallen off in the night. Perhaps my
wife had awoken, seen the hand on the floor and then noticed I was left-handless! She may
have been too frightened to wake me and fled!
Or maybe she hadn't seen a thing and had simply left early to beat the morning rush.
I should tell you that I am an extremely romantic lover. I make a lot of noise and am very
passionate when I shag. I use my left hand for sudden probes and for softly supporting various
body parts such as my partner’s head and lower back. While I am a modest man I must admit
that when I am "winding our clocks" I become an Olympic champion! No one did it better than
I. There, as I thought about coitus; I experienced the first real moment of sadness for my
missing left hand. What type of lover would I be without it? I wanted it back!
As I walked downtown to drink up some yummy coffee, my mind began to wander yet again.
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Had I flossed last night?
Should I shave today?
What is this pain in my left foot? Is it a tumor? Is my left foot going to fall off just like my
left hand?
Was that stunning lady I saw on the street a couple days ago looking at me or were her
eyes just looking through me?
I hope there are enough Shreddies for breakfast?
The police would never believe my story, not on the phone anyway. My only chance was
to visit the police in person...after my Shreddies, of course.
My suspicions were correct. There were not enough Shreddies for breakfast so I was destined
to leave the house with no left hand and an empty stomach.
My car was not in the garage because I had left it - along with my real left hand - at work the
previous day. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway, because I couldn't drive with one
hand, so I didn't worry about it. I proceeded to walk to the police station, but after starting I
realized that I didn't know where it was. I went back home to fetch a road map from my
upstairs basement and then, for the second and last time that day; I began walking to the police
station.
Before I continue, I should mention that the city map that I picked up was a "Big Daddy Cat's
Chicken" road map. It highlighted all the Big Daddy Cat's Chicken restaurants in the city.
Luckily for me, it also highlighted all the police stations. On my way I decided to take a minor
detour and head out to a Big Daddy Cat's Chicken restaurant for a small bite to eat. I was left-
handless and I was hungry.
When I entered the Big Daddy Cat restaurant I was confronted with a large poster that
informed me there was a special offer for which I qualified. Anybody who had gotten their
head, arm or leg amputated recently got five pieces of “crispy-chunky-chewy chicken” for free
as long as they ordered a box of fifteen pieces. By now I was extremely hungry but even so,
there was no way I could eat twenty pieces of Big Daddy Cat chicken in one sitting!
The incredibly attractive cashier at the counter informed me that if I ate twenty pieces of
chicken and actually survived then I would break a Big Daddy Cat record for the most pieces
eaten by someone with an amputated limb. Here glorious eyes locked with mine as I asked
how much this special offer would cost me. She told me that if I succeeded in my chicken-
eating quest that she would pay for it herself. This cashier was an amazing lady. She had allure.
I sat down with my order, took a deep breath, and began eating my twenty pieces of Big Daddy
Cat's Chicken. Everyone in the restaurant was watching me. They were watching me closely. I
began to think:
Perhaps if I ate enough chicken my left hand might grow back.
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I wondered what the alluring cashier's name might be. I hoped that it would be a
beautiful name and also something that I could spell.
Was that stunning lady I had seen a few days ago on the street prettier than this
cashier? They were both awfully beautiful.
After about twenty-five minutes of eating I had finished my fifteenth piece of chicken. I felt
slightly bloated but relieved as the next five pieces were now on Big Daddy Cat's dime. I looked
at up the cashier to realize that she too had been staring at me all the while.
“How did you lose your hand?” she asked gently.
“In the War” I replied. This girl was too pretty. I had no choice but to lie to her. I couldn’t tell
her it just fell off. As I finished off the final five pieces we embarked on one of the longest, most
romantic and sensual conversations I had ever had.
“What’s your name?” I asked her and secretly began to pray that she had a great name. This
was an incredibly silly way to think because she was about thirty years old and my frantic
praying was too late to change her name. Our world just doesn’t work that way.
“My name is Jennifer, but I like JennIE. JennIE with an “I.E.” at the end. I hate “Y's,” she
responded proudly.
“Why do you hate “Y's”? That’s bizarre.”
“I have no idea, I just hate them. My favourite letter has always been 'E'. What’s your
favourite?”
Now that's a question I was not prepared for, so I replied that I liked the letter “B” as it was the
first letter that entered my mind.
“That’s interesting,” and then she leaned over and gave me an incredibly passionate kiss
immediately after which I fell over. I get Vertigo whenever I am kissed by a beautiful woman,
and so I usually steady myself with my left hand. However, since it was missing I couldn't grab
onto anything and immediately crumpled to the ground.
I had just been kissed by a beautiful woman with a great name and had I broken the Big Daddy
Cat record! Everybody in the restaurant cheered. I was having a good day. It was the first day
without my left hand and it had been one of the best days of my life - so far anyway. I stood up
and walked out of the restaurant feeling like a hero.
As I continued walking to the police station I noticed something foreign in my right hand
pocket. It was a note from JennIE. I pulled it out and read it out loud,
“Do you want to come over for dinner at my house
tonight? If you do, please call me at 588-555-7374.
I promise that we won’t have chicken.
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Love now and forever, JennIE.”
* * *
My visit to the police station was disappointing. They thought I was some sort of nut and I'm
pretty sure I saw them open a GCJ file on me. Since I was only at a local city police department,
that’s extremely disturbing! I did get to talk to the Chief of police but he kicked me out of his
office because I smelled like Big Daddy Cat's Chicken! He was really mad, so I left and walked
home.
As I walked I thought about two things: the first was beautiful JennIE (as soon as I got home I
had to call her to let her know that I would come over for dinner), my second thought was of
my bloated, aching stomach. It was full of twenty pieces of greasy fried chicken. That’s not a
meal, that’s a massacre! I began trying to calculate how many whole chickens I had eaten. It
was probably more than one because I remember eating at least five drum-sticks and I think
chickens have only one or two each.
As my digestive system struggled to process the chicken I arrived home and called JennIE. All I
got was her answering machine, which left me unprepared. The wheels of my mind froze like a
deer in the headlights.
This is what I said (and it's bad):
“Hello JennIE with an IE...that’s cute.”
I then added a fake laugh, “He, ha, ha.” I hated my phony laugh it was goofy.
“I obviously found your lovely note, and therefore am making this phone call…he, ha, ha…and
yes, I would LOVE to come over for dinner although I don’t know where you live and I am
unable to drive since my hand fell off yesterday…”
That was a total mistake. Remember, I had lied and told her that I had lost my hand during the
War. Trying to recover, I continued, “…I mean yesterday...in the War. I just got back from the
fighting…actually.”
I took a very long pause, probably about twenty-five seconds and then I said, “I have a
confession to make. I didn’t lose my hand during the War. I never fought in the War. In fact, I
am a coward...a lonely married man and a coward.”
I then took another long pause, fearing I had made another mistake by telling her that I was
married. However, I was in too deep to start over.
“I am married, but I left my wife, so it’s still OK for us to eat together. I want to get to know you
better JennIE with an IE…he, ha, ha.”
Oh my goodness! I hate my laugh. It sounds like two people getting in a shooting match. One
person called He and the other is called Ha. It is awful.
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“My phone number is 588-274-1975. I look forward to hearing from you soon.”
I hung up. It was the worst phone message ever left on an answering machine in the history of
the world! Or, at least that’s what I thought at that moment.
I had blown it and the fact that I had fumbled so badly began to stress me out. I mentally
recounted all the stressful events of the past few days and I got really sad. It’s amazing how
quickly one's mood can change depending one's actions. When I was at Big Daddy Cat's Chicken
I was happy and now I was depressed and lost. Why?
As I thought about loss and idea came to me. Perhaps somebody at work had put my hand in
the Lost and Found box. Wait - that was really a stupid thought. Who would do that? Who
would put an amputated left hand into a Lost and Found box? The Lost and Found box was for
lipstick and pens and gum, not missing hands! But suddenly hope and inspiration; the Lost and
Found box always had a glove in it and where there are gloves there might be hands. The box
wasn’t just for lipstick, lost pens and unchewed gum!
I was optimistic again and the optimism spread to other thoughts. Maybe JennIE would listen to
the message and appreciate my honesty in regards to my hand. After all, she liked me, didn’t
she? Why else would she have kissed me on the lips? Also, when you like somebody, you
always look at their good qualities not their negative ones, don’t you?
It was still pretty early in the day, so I decided to head to work and fetch my hand in the Lost
and Found box. I was going to resign and check the box, but which should I do first? I would
check the box first because if I resigned then maybe the Lost and Found box would be off limits
to me.
When I arrived at work I went to my desk but found my boss waiting for me. Although I had had
an Indiana Jones adventuresome type of day I had forgot one very important thing: I had
forgotten to call in sick. Apparently, he hadn't been happy with my work ethic for quite some
time and had received a stack of complaints regarding the number naps that I took while
working. Although my wife never had a problem about my loud snoring, I guess a few of my co-
workers found it disturbing. So there I was – fired! My boss hadn't even notice my missing left
hand, so focused was he on firing me! He sent me down to the human resources department
to pick up my final pay cheque.
Well, at least I hadn't had to resign (which was a good thing as I had been nervous about
resigning). Getting fired is easier. After receiving my final paycheque returned to my office and
called the Missing Hand Help Hotline. The thin voiced lady answered and I accepted the job that
she had offered me the day before. I had been unemployed for about three minutes in total,
which has to be a record for somebody with only one hand.
After hanging up the phone one of my least favourite people in the office entered. Kellog was
his name.
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“I have a confession to make,” he said, looking sheepish. “This is hard for me, but I have to tell
you before you leave as I may never see you again.” I had never liked him, but couldn't quite
put my finger on the reason. Perhaps it was that when he talked to me it always seemed that
he was judging me. Another thing about Kellog was that he smelled bad - really bad - but for
some reason nobody else could smell him. It was just me. Isn't that weird?
“Well let’s hear it!” I replied giddily. You see, I was giddy because I while I hated Kellog I knew
that this might be the last time we ever talked.
“I have been sleeping with your wife for the past three years. I was going to leave my own wife
to run away with yours but I changed my mind the other day after the incident – the incident
with your hand.“
He avoided making eye contact with me while he spoke.
“You see, I'm aware that you take lots of naps at work and I was hoping that during one of
these I could steal your wedding ring. I wanted to use that very ring when asking your wife to
marry me. I thought it would be an unusual surprise for her because she always told me how
fond she is of the ring you gave her. In fact she told me that the ring was one of your greatest
features!”
For a split second he glanced up to note my reaction.
“Are you stunned by this revelation?” Kellog asked. He always talked like that – in that weird
formally awkward way.
“No I am not stunned.” I responded calmly. “Did you take my hand?”
He seemed a disappointed with my composure.
“Well, no. I did try to pull the ring off your finger as you slept, but at that time your hand was
still attached and grew terrified that you would wake up. I ran away scared. After I gathered my
wits I returned only to find that now your hand was on the floor! Once again I ran away, scared
out of my mind."
My aloofness crumbled and a numb feeling overcame me as Kellog continued his confession,
“Trying to cover my tracks, I returned a third time to try and put your hand back on your arm,
but I wasn't able to, so I hid it under my sports jacket it and took it to my office. I thought that
there might at least be able to pull off the ring without being discovered.”
Kellog's eyes darted up guiltily, checking to see if I going to punch him. Luckily for him I was not
going to as my punching hand was missing.
“I actually clamped your hand in a vice so I could pull off the ring, but even that wouldn’t work.”
he continued. “As the full and twisted nature of what I was doing dawned on me I grew
disgusted with myself. I thought about my relationship with your wife and it only disgusted me
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more. You see...your wife...after a while...she gets a bit tiring. Yes, she is beautiful and sexy
but she is also bossy and she is set in her ways. She reminds me of a summer camp counsellor I
once had named Egmont. Like your wife Egmont was beautiful and I looked up to her at the
beginning of the summer. However, by season's end her beauty had worn off for me. It had
vanished from our world. That is how I think about your wife now. I am going to end our affair
tonight. I am so sorry. Actually, I think she might be having another affair with her dentist.”
“Where is my missing left hand?!!” I demanded, raising my voice a little and causing Kellog to
jump back.
“Oh, I put it in the Lost and Found box at the reception desk.”
He paused.
“Well...goodbye. I wish you the best of luck for your future.” Kellog muttered and then held
reached for a handshake. He immediately realized that I couldn't reciprocate and attempted to
deflect the faux-pas by asking me about my plans.
I wasn't playing his game and responded angrily.
“I knew there was something rotten in the State of Denmark regarding my wife! Well Kellog,
you don't have to feel guilty because I left her this morning and fell in love with a beautiful
cashier named JennIE. JennIE with an I.E. from Big Daddy Cat's Chicken. I am going to spoil her
and marry her as soon as I can!”
A look or relief washed over his face. “Oh, I love Big Daddy Cat's Chicken!” he stated, “ It’s
chewy, it’s crispy and it is chunky! Big Daddy Cat is the best chicken in town.”
Kellog then left and I never saw him again.
I approached the main reception desk to check the Lost and Found box. Unfortunately, it had
been lost. However, the receptionist assured me that she had put a call out the “Lost and Found
Lost and Found Centre” in the capital.
What was I to do? I started to walk home.
As I walked home I began to think:
How is it possible to lose a Lost and Found box? I wondered if this happened very often.
It obviously did if someone had felt it necessary to create a Lost and Found Lost and
Found Centre in our nation’s capital.
JennIE was beautiful. I wondered if she might be related to that stunning lady I had
spied on the street a few days ago.
When I arrived home I found a note taped to the front door. It was from JennIE and it read: “I
got your phone message. You are very funny. I can’t wait to have you over for a 'light' dinner.
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My address is apartment 702, Twelve SuperCaliFragilisticExpialiDocious Avenue. Please come
over any time after four p.m. Love, now and forever, JennIE.”
This was fantastic. How many other amazing girls would leave me a note like that or be able to
find my house even though I had not told her where I lived? What other girl would both work at
my favourite restaurant and live on SuperCaliFragilisticExpialiDocious Avenue, which was one of
my favourite streets. She probably lived in a very cool apartment as her street name revealed
that she lived in the trendy Mary Poppins neighbourhood.
I went in to my house for the last time and wrote a note to my wife wishing her well and telling
her that our marriage was over and that I would never see her again. Really, everything in the
house was hers except for my clothes. I went to the upstairs basement to pack but couldn't find
anything else that I wanted to keep.
I proceeded to pack up all shirts into my purple duffel bag. I was a terrible packer. Even with
two hands I had always had trouble folding shirts, so with my left hand missing it became an
impossible ordeal. How do you fold a shirt anyway? Nobody had ever taught me how to do it
properly. My wife once saw me folding a shirt, ran over to tell me that I was doing it wrong,
and started doing it herself. That’s what she was like with everything and maybe that explained
why I was such a bad cook, such a terrible driver and why I was terrified of conflict. My wife
won every single argument we had ever had. I had zero wins and about a hundred and sixty
eight loses!
I crumpled all the shirts into a ball and threw them into the purple duffel bag.
I was excited for dinner with JennIE, but the problem was that I wasn’t very hungry because I
had all that chicken sitting and fermenting in my stomach. It was three-thirty in the afternoon,
so I started walking to her place. I wanted to get there right at four so that we could spend as
much time together as possible.
I still had my map and I had all my clothes in the purple duffel bag. Although I was pretty
confident about my navigation skills I was comforted by the fact that I had enough clothes to
keep me warm even if I got lost and had to be homeless for the night. The city I lived in was
pretty complex and everybody always had a map in hand when they walked.
On my way to JennIE’s place I though about the awful phone message that I had left her. In the
distance I noticed a white haired old lady approaching me on the sidewalk. She looked wise and
very empathic and so I wondered if I should ask her about my situation. Realizing that I could be
completely wrong about this, but trusting in my instincts, I stopped her.
“Hello, my name is Chester.” I said introducing myself.
(Oh, I forgot to tell you my name- I'm sorry. So my name is Chester Frost and I am thirty-three
years old. I am six feet tall, have dark brown eyes, dark brown hair and I have only one hand as
my left hand had fallen off recently. Now, back to the story.)
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I continued, “Can I ask you a question?”
The nice old lady answered, “Sure, but it had better be quick, I’m off to Big Daddy Cat's
restaurant for some chicken dinner. I am meeting my lover there at four-thirty.”
“You have a lover?!” I said, surprised.
“Yes, I have a lover,” she responded proudly. “Even though I am eighty six year’s old I still do
like to fool around from time to time. I’m still 'out there'. What’s your question?”
“Well, I am heading over to this lady's place for dinner. It’s our first date but I'm nervous
because I left an awful message on her phone.”
“What did you say in the message that was so awful?” she asked.
“I'm not good on the fly and when I get nervous I start giggling and I have a terrible laugh! Also,
I lied to her the first time we met and I revealed the lie in the message.” I confessed.
“When did you lie to her and what, exactly, was the lie?” she asked.
“It happened at Big Daddy Cat's Chicken earlier today. She works there. She asked me about my
missing left hand and I told her that I lost it in the War. I didn’t really lose it in the War. My
hand just fell off yesterday!”
“Oh no! That is a huge, disgraceful lie. Did you even fight in the War?”
“Well no, but that is a long story unto itself. What should I do? I am heading to her place for
dinner right now!” My expression was pleading.
“Well I am wise, very smart and very empathic, so I feel for you," she declared.
I told you that my instincts were pretty bang on didn’t I?
The nice old lady continued, “I think you have to confess the truth. If this is your first date then
you must try to start out with honesty and sincerity or you are headed for a world of doom and
gloom. Good luck, Mr. Frost,” she said as she walked away, which is strange as I didn't recall
telling her my last name.
However, I had to admit that the nice old lady was right. I would have to be truthful and set the
record straight as soon as I could. I knew I was nearing JennIE's house as I passed by Tuppins
drive at the entrance to the Mary Poppins neighbourhood. You see our city is divided up into
themed neighbourhoods. The Big Daddy Cat's Chicken restaurant was in the Woodlands
neighbourhood where all the streets started with “Wood” or “Glade” or “Forest”. My former
place of employment was located in the Rock ‘n’ Roll neighbourhood on “Black Sabbath Drive”.
Other streets in the Rock ‘n’ Roll neighbourhood were “Deep Purple Path”, “Rolling Stones
Way” and “Led Zeppelin Close”. It was a fun way to design a city and I was proud of living here.
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I arrived at JennIE's home on SuperCaliFragilisticExpialiDocious Avenue, number Twelve. It was
an apartment building and so I buzzed flat 702.
“Come on up, the door to my apartment is open,” JennIE voice said through the raspy speaker
of the intercom. She buzzed me in and I went through her lobby to the elevator. I pressed the
button for the seventh floor and it headed up as the tune to “A Spoon Full of Sugar” played
from somewhere within the ceiling. After a short trip, I knocked on her apartment door.
“Hello, it’s me, Chester.” I said as she opened the door.
“What’s with the big purple bag?” JennIE asked.
“Oh, I am leaving my wife today and these are all my shirts.”
She looked quickly into the bag and said “Awesome packing job! I love the way you crumple
them together.” I think she actually meant it because she gave me a peck on the cheek and I
felt a little dizzy.
“Oh. Listen,” JennIE asked, “you never did tell me your full name. Its Chester….Chester what?”
She paused expectantly.
“Chester Frost. Do you like it?”
She took a moment to really think before answering. She was throwing my name around in her
head, like shirts in a dryer.
“Yeah I do.” She smiled. I liked her name and she liked mine, so that was good.
Her apartment was amazing. She had this huge aquarium that took up an entire wall of her
apartment. There were hundreds of goldfish in it. It was very unique. I had never seen
anything like it in my life.
“Let’s sit down.” She motioned to the couch. “Leaving your wife today, eh? I guessed I should
have asked if you were married earlier. I didn’t see a wedding ring, so I just assumed that you
were not. I guess that even people without left hands can be married. Perhaps I should have
thought of that!” she laughed. JennIE had an amazing laugh. It was contagious and filled the
room. I'll bet you even that the goldfish heard her laugh! They couldn't laugh but they did
wiggle around a little bit.
I then put on my serious face and with my serious voice said, “I need to talk with you about my
left hand and the War.”
We were both sitting on her couch.
“I’m all ears.” I could tell that she was ready to listen.
“I am very sorry about the terrible phone message I left earlier. I want to apologize to you
because I lied to you earlier today about my hand. I didn’t lose it in the War. In fact I didn’t even
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fight in the War. I was a draft dodger and in order to avoid being drafted I changed my address
every six weeks. I did that for four years or more! You see, I had worked it out that if a draft
letter from the government was unable to reach a recipient and was returned to them
unopened then the draftee didn't have to report for duty. The best part about this plan was
that I wasn’t breaking any laws. I figured that it took about three weeks for the letter to get
returned to the government and another three for them to mail a new one to my most recent
address (you see every time I moved I would have to let the government know where I was
living in order to keep things legal). The process took about six weeks each time, so I moved
thirty-five times in four years! It was awful but it was kind of exciting too. It was kind of like
living as an outlaw but a totally legal one. Eventually though, I got caught. By the end of the
War, when they needed more soldiers, they started hand-delivering the draft notices. One
Saturday while I was lounging in my backyard I got nailed and they shoved me on an army bus
and sent me for basic training. Luckily, I didn’t pass the medical. It turns out that I have flat
feet and was unfit for service!”
JennIE started laughing hysterically, “My goodness! That is the funniest story I have ever heard.
So you are telling me that you moved all those times when you didn’t have too?”
I replied, “Yep. I’m a loser.”
“You are not a loser, you are a flat-footed young man with one hand!”
“So how did you lose your hand?” JennIE asked.
“It just fell off yesterday at work! You see, I have a condition called narcolepsy and I fall asleep
when I get bored. I fall asleep all the time at work and this guy named Kellog picked it up and
shoved it in the Lost and Found box. This Kellog guy was doing the 'wild thing' with my wife too.
It’s a crazy story.”
JennIE laughed as I continued, “...so I tried to check the Lost and Found box at work but it's
missing. Tomorrow I'm going to the capital to visit the Lost and Found Lost and Found Centre
where they might have the box. Oh, by the way I got fired too, but now I am working at the
Missing Hand Help Hotline.” I took a deep breath. Now beautiful JennIE was completely in the
loop in regards to my missing left hand story. No more lies.
I won’t tell you the colour of JennIE’s eyes, I’ll leave that up to your imagination, but they were
amazing! They were big, beautiful and soft. She had these heavy eyelids too, so it looked as if
she was ready to fall asleep at an instant. They were sexy. Heck, she was sexy all over. This girl
was special and I knew that I had to take my time and not overdo it. Just take it slow. One step
at a time.
“Why don’t you come with me to the capital tomorrow? Are you working?” I asked. I could not
believe what had just come out of my mouth. So much for taking it slow. That wasn’t me
talking, yet it was. What had possessed me to be so spontaneous?
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“Yes, let’s do it. I am not working tomorrow.” she responded. Wow – I could not believe it. It
was like somebody cool had taken took over my body and was causing cool things to happen to
me. JennIE must've brought that out in me. It was magical.
I won’t go into much detail about our evening together because I want to keep this story at a
PG-13 rating, but, let me just say that the day ended well and I was happy.
JennIE and I arrived in the capital around ten-thirty in the morning. We parked her car at the
edge of the downtown and started walking towards the Lost and Found Lost and Found Centre.
Our capital didn’t have any street parking at all. Instead, there were four huge parking garages
surrounding the downtown and everybody who worked there (mostly government employees)
parked in these four lots. One lot was green, one was blue, one was red and one was yellow.
These parking garages were the tallest buildings in the city. We parked in the yellow one, which
we both liked because that was the colour of the Big Daddy Cat's Chicken logo.
As we walked to the Lost and Found Lost and Found building we began to mingle with the
throngs of government employees headed into work. I overheard two Senators talking about
the funding for the Missing Hand Help Hotline. I knew they were Senators because I recognized
their faces from the Tube. I listened in.
“I tell you, granting money to that Hotline was a terrible idea - a total waste of the taxpayer’s
dollar,” the one Senator said to the other.
“I totally agree,” his partner responded, “We should fold up that office and think of better place
to allocate those funds.”
We were standing at a streetlight waiting for the light to turn green, so I interrupted the pair.
“Listen, I am a citizen. I’m citizen Chester Frost and I think that Hotline is important. Look at
me!” I then raised my left arm to reveal my missing left hand.
“My goodness! I am sorry. I had no idea. How did the Hotline help you? I am sorry about your
hand.” one Senator apologized and asked me.
“They are sending me some information and they've even offered me a job! I have to call them
in a few days to get all the details on salary and start date.” I didn’t want to tell these two
Senator’s that I was the first person to ever call this Hotline. I wanted to persuade them to keep
it funded. I hoped that I had been successful.
The two Senators were very nice to me and to JennIE. Of course they are politicians and so I
didn't assume their politeness was genuine. JennIE and I represented two votes and so I think
they were just trying to woo us. However, I think that I might have wooed them too. At that
moment I was proud of myself and I could tell that JennIE was also proud of me.
We arrived at the Lost and Found Lost and Found Centre and walked into the imposing building.
Surprisingly it was a shared office. Half of the building was occupied by the Lost and Found Lost
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and Found Centre and the other half held the offices of the GCJ. While the Lost and Found Lost
and Found Centre could be accessed through a well-marked glass door, on the GCJ side there
was no opening, only a featureless concrete wall. It scared me a little as I recalled how the day
before the police had opened up a GCJ file on me. Another part of me was a little excited and
happy. I had seen so many pictures of the Lost and Found Lost and Found Centre that it was
amazing to be there in person. I walked up to the clerk and stated that I thought my left hand
was in a lost Lost and Found box. The nice man at the desk asked which city I lived in and for
which company I worked. I replied, he stamped some papers and then said, “Please, have a seat
Mr. Frost.” pointing to some bureaucratic looking chairs.
He then spent the next ten minutes typing and looking into a very big computer. JennIE and I
sat and talked as he continued his “Lost and Found Lost and Found” business. Our conversation
was about nothing important - just stupid silly stuff to pass the time – but it was fun and
affirmed that I really liked this girl. She was cool.
The nice clerk came over to me and said, “Come with me Mr. Frost.”
I followed. JennIE didn’t join me. She stayed seated near the reception desk.
“Do you have my hand...and how do you know my name?" I asked.
“Hand? Why, we are the Lost and Found Lost and Found Centre. We have Lost and Found
boxes, lots of them.” he replied. “There are all sorts of amazing things in them. You know, once
I found my own tooth...and I didn't even know it was missing!”
"...and, what about my name, how do you know my name?" I interrupted as politely as I dared.
"Oh! I saw your GCJ file the other day in the employee lunchroom. Someone had left it there.
We share many resources between the two offices."
“Interesting. Maybe after I get my hand I'll go talk with the GCJ and see why they opened a file
on me”, I responded. “I am just feeling a little anxious. Sorry.”
As we talked he took me into a long hallway that seemed to go on for miles and miles. At the
end of the hallway was an elevator.
“Take the elevator to the eleventh floor, I believe your lost Lost and Found box is in section K2.
There, a man will greet you. He is waiting for you.”
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“His name is Eleventh Floor. Kind of funny really, but that’s how he got the job I think.
Sometimes, though, it gets confusing when he works on another floor. He’s a pretty nice guy.
We all are really nice at the Lost and Found Lost and Found Centre. We have to be because
when people lose their stuff they panic. They are stressed and angry so we strike back with
niceness and positivity.”
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I entered the elevator and pressed the ”eleven” button. The elevator shot upward for a minute
before coming to a stop. Another door in the elevator opened behind me I turned to face a
dusty looking old man.
"Hello, I understand your name is Chester and you are looking for a Lost and Found box in the
K2 section. Please let me guide you there," said the man waving his arms and creating tiny,
swirling clouds of dust. We then started walking down another long corridor. "My name is
Eleventh Floor," he said matter-of-factly.
We were in a strange place. It didn't look like we were on an eleventh floor at all. It looked
more like my upstairs basement but with a heavy solid concrete floor and a very high celling
just like a warehouse. It reminded me of that endless storage room from the end of the
“Raiders of the Lost Ark” movie.
We arrived at the section K2 and Eleventh Floor got into a forklift. With it, he pulled down a
huge skid from the darkness of the rafters above. Knowing that I would soon be either re-united
with my left hand, or have my hopes dashed; pessimistic thoughts crowded my mind. It had
been only two days since my hand fell off. How could it be on that skid already? I had probably
come here too soon. There was no way that these Lost and Found fellas could have picked up
our Lost and Found box, sent it to the Centre, moved it to section K2 and then pack it onto a
skid in two days! If my hand was indeed up there then these fellows must really be on the ball!
However, this Eleventh Floor fellow seemed smart and competent so maybe I was wrong. My
mind shifted away from negativity.
The skid was thudded gently to the ground. Eleventh Floor huffed and exuded dust clouds as he
pulled a plastic bin marked “Rock N' Roll neighbourhood” from the top of a pile of similar plastic
bins. He put it on the ground between us and opened the lid. There inside was my office's Lost
and Found box. Inside that, nestled among a pile of lip-stick, lip gloss, gloves, key chains, packs
of gum and a cool looking pen was MY left hand!
"Incredible! That's my hand! Can I take it?" I asked Eleventh.
"Of course. It's your, isn't it?" he answered.
"Yeah, it’s mine. You guys are amazing! You're really on the ball!"
"Well then take it. Unfortunately you can't take the Lost and Found box as your file indicates
that you have been let go from your company. Therefore, a representative from the company
will have to come and pick up the box" Eleventh explained to me.
He then put the Lost and Found box back onto the skid and returned it to the rafters. As he did
that I attempted to re-attach my hand back on but for some reason it wouldn't stay put. That
was perplexing to say the least. I was happy to have it back but pissed-off since it wouldn't fit.
What was I to do?
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When I arrived downstairs I showed JennIE. She smiled and laughed. "You found it, good for
you!" She then gave me a big hug. I loved hugs. I always have and probably always will, but
hugs without my left hand attached didn't seem as good.
As we began to walk out of the building a big serious-looking man grabbed my shoulder. He was
wearing a black, spotless suit and dark sunglasses.
"We would like to see you Mr. Frost." he said sternly.
As he spoke I noticed that the big concrete wall on the GCJ side of the building had lifted up
from the floor revealing rooms beyond.
"What's this about?" I asked meekly.
"I'm from the GCJ. We opened a file on you and now we have a few questions. Please come
with me."
"...and, if I don't?"
"I am not asking, I am telling," he declared. This man was intimidating and his inter-personal
skills were about as subtle as a screen door in the face.
"What about JennIE?" I asked him.
"Not our problem," he spun me by my arm and took me away firmly.
As I was dragged away, I turned back to JennIE. "Please wait for me, hopefully this won't take
too long." I hoped that the concern in my eyes didn't show.
Once we crossed underneath the concrete barrier the wall started to close behind us. I bent
down and I took what I thought might be my final look at my beautiful chewy Chicken waitress,
but all I could see were her ankles. They were gorgeous ankles by the way.
I shoved my left hand into my pocket. I was keeping a close eye on it, as I didn't want to lose it
again. The intimidating man shoved me into a stark office, lit only by a bare light bulb handing
from a wire. He handcuffed my right hand to a steel desk that had been riveted to the floor and
walked out, slamming the heavy door shut behind him. I waited there alone in this empty, cold
room. There was no sound beside the distant whir of an air conditioner. After quite a while
some of the fear began to be replaced by boredom and so I decided to doze off. My mind
wandered:
If I were to die here, what music would I want to be played at my funeral?
Would my soon-to-be ex-wife show up to my funeral? Do ex-wives usually show up to
their ex-husbands funerals? What is the protocol on that?
Does JennIE like eating duck? It's my favourite meal and I hoped that she did.
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I decided that JennIE was more beautiful than the lady that I that had seen on the street
a couple of days ago. In fact, I had forgotten what that lady even looked like. JennIE was
climbing up my chart fast!
My thoughts then got rather silly as I drifted deeper into sleep.
I guess about twenty minutes had passed. I am not totally sure because, firstly, I don’t wear a
watch and secondly, because I was deeply asleep and when you are in such a state you have no
concept of the passage of time. That’s really interesting actually. You know how you can wake
up in the morning and for a few moments you have no idea who you are or what you do? That’s
deep.
The heavy door opened and a big, gregarious looking fellow in a cozy, knitted dark cardigan
entered the room. It was immediately apparent that he was the jolly sort as he had a happy
smile on his face. I knew he worked for the GCJ because he had his GCJ badge pinned to his
shirt.
“How are you doing today, Mr. Frost?!” The big man with the big smile said.
Now, remember, I was just waking up and was a little dazed. In fact, I thought that I still might
be in mid-dream, as this big happy guy didn’t look like a GCJ agent at all.
I replied, unsurely, “How do you know my name?”
“I consulted your file in preparation for this meeting, of course. However...er...I seem to have
lost it sometime between lunchtime and now.” His expression furrowed and patted his suit
jacket pockets as he spoke, as if searching for something. “But no matter,” he said, his smile
returning, “How ARE you?”
“I'm well,” I said.
“Well good for you! It is always fine to be well on a glorious day like today! My name is Curtain
Curtain and I am a Federal Agent assigned to your file. We have had our eyes and ears on you
for some time Mr. Frost.” He pointed his finger in my direction, but not in a threatening way.
“You seem very nice. What’s up with that? Usually the GCJ folks are mean,” I stated warily.
“Ah! Here at the GCJ and at the Lost and Found Lost and Found Centre we have been working
on “flipping brains”. You see, everybody is born as a genuinely good person. As human babies,
we start our lives with love and goodness in our hearts! What happens is that sometimes our
brains get flipped – turned inside out. When this happens, people that are rude, impatient,
mean and nasty actually think they are being nice and loving. They have been flipped. We have
developed a drug that allows the GCJ to flip brains at will. When our brain flipping drugs are
administered to our front line staff, we find that they are more productive. So they are nasty
and mean while they believe that they are offering kind and speedy customer service! It’s not
their fault.”
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“That's incredible! How come nobody knows about this?” I asked.
“Oh, it's top secret government stuff. Nobody knows about what I just told you. It is an absolute
secret...so please don’t tell anyone. As far as you are concerned just ignore it and pretend
you've never even heard of this brain flipping drug.”
“Done” I replied.
Curtain rambled on “We're actually very proud of the flipping drug! Our research and
development department has been working on it because they are too many bastards in the
world and we want to flip them. In fact, the bastard quotient is at an all-time high and we want
to find ways to lower it. We've determined that within the last twenty years the number of
bastards has sky-rocketed because of five factors: Sox news, Reality Tube, Ronald Stump the
politician/reality-star/business-man, the influx of Supersize meals and Netflix.”
“That Ronald Stump is a twit.” I agreed. “Wow! Who knew?!”
“Our world is actually in dire straits because of what’s happening. Sox news has turned the
news into a series of he-said, she-said shooting matches. Its pure propaganda! Ronald Stump
and his billions have also had a negative effect. He leads with fear and prejudice! Realty Tube
has stifled creativity by obviating the need for writers in our television industry. It has made
people stupid. Supersizing makes people unhealthy, and Netflix has killed the video stores
which had a positive impact on society during the 1980s and 1990s!”
I could listen to Curtain Curtain for a long time. He spoke with so much passion. “So why do you
people at the GCJ want to talk with me?”
“I understand that yesterday you ate twenty pieces of Big Daddy Chicken and you survived and
seem to be doing well. An extraordinary feat, Mr. Frost! Our scientist calculated that you ate at
least five one-legged chickens! We would appreciate the opportunity to study your DNA and
run some other tests. Would you be willing to help us in that regard?” Curtain Curtain asked.
“When?”
“Oh, not for a while. First we are going to have to wait until all of that chicken you digested
yesterday leaves your system...so probably a few months from now.” Curtain Curtain said
nicely. As if trying to sweeten to pot, he added “...there also could be a secret mission in the
future too. We love secret missions here at the GCJ!”
My goodness was Curtain Curtain ever a nice fellow! When he talked his voice was so
understanding and giving, and his body language was so open. When he listened to me, he
listened intently (and not in an intimidating way). It was as if when he listened, the rest of the
world shut down. Curtain Curtain was an extraordinary individual and he was pretty cool
looking too.
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I thought I needed to mention my new employment. “I'd like to accept your offer, but I got a
new job recently at the Missing Hand Help Hotline so I will have to make sure that I can get the
time off, first.”
“Oh yes!” Curtain answered, looking pleased and relieved. “That won’t be a problem at all! We
will let you employer know and they will be compensated fully while you are away.”
He then removed the handcuff from my right hand and led me out of the GCJ office. We
reached the lobby and as I walked into it he remained at the spot where the barrier had just
lifted up. JennIE came over, hugged me and gave me a passionate kiss. It was an amazing six-
and- a-half seconds. That’s how long the kiss lasted. I almost fell to the ground though because
as I kissed my Vertigo came back and lost all sense of up and down. Remember that while my
missing left hand was no longer missing, it was still detached and couldn't really support me.
JennIE and I then walked out of the building together. I told her about my unsuccessful
attempts to re-attach my left hand. For some reason I had just assumed that it would snap on. I
certainly didn’t want to have to call a plastic surgeon.
We changed the subject of conversation and suggested that as soon as we got back to town
that we should go see a professional Love Coach. JennIE thought that a Love Coach would really
be able to assist both of us in our new relationship.
Again, on the drive home, we had a great conversation about nothing. It was fun just to talk to
this girl! I was never bored and thus I had no need to take a nap. I wasn’t tired at all and had no
desire to sleep when in her company. My only desire was to listen to JennIE and to get to know
her better. She was the type of lady that had lots of talking material. Personally, I had about five
years of talking material so if you knew me for more than ten years then you would have heard
all my stories twice.
JennIE was also an amazing driver. Her peripheral vision was extraordinary and she could even
drive a gearshift with one hand. While she was mostly able to anticipate what the other drivers
were going to do, it was really funny when a driver would cut her off. She would get all foul-
mouthed and shout something like “Mother-fucker”. JennIE would lose her mind for a few
seconds when things like that happened. These outbursts made her all the more adorable
because they contrasted entirely with her outwardly classy appearance.
As we drove into town we passed through the Shawshank Redemption neighbourhood, which is
where the Love Coach’s office was. There are lots of tunnels in this neighbourhood, and we
took one to the office on Andy Dufresne Avenue.
Our experience with the Love Coach was something that I will never forget. The Coach was an
older lady, probably in her seventies, and she was wearing a nice outfit. Her office had two very
comfortable Lazy Boy chairs. One was dark red leather and the other one was dark brown. I sat
in the red one and JennIE lounged back in the brown one. She looked stunning, all relaxed and
lounging in that chair.
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The Love Coach’s name was Tina Tiki Torch and she noticed my missing left hand right away.
“What happened to your hand,” she asked.
“It fell off at work a few days ago.” I answered.
“Have you asked yourself why it fell off?” She looked at me enquiringly.
“No, I haven't. Why do you think it fell off?” It sounded to me like she knew the answer, so I
had to ask.
“Are you sad and out of love?”
“No, I am very happy and life has been a lot of fun since I met JennIE.” I replied.
“But your hand fell off before you met JennIE, correct?” Tina asked.
“Yes, my hand was missing when I first met JennIE at Big Daddy Cat's Chicken restaurant.”
“When people get sad and bored that sometimes happens. Things start falling off. Some lose
their sense of humour, some lose their memories and some people lose limbs. I'll bet that is
what happened to you.”
She instructed me to get up immediately and to hug and kiss JennIE, then to try and re-attach
my hand. We did as instructed, and as we kissed I put my left arm into my jacket pocket, where
I kept the missing hand. As soon as I did so, I heard a short but distinct popping sound.
I withdrew my arm from the pocket. It had worked! My left hand was now reunited with my left
arm. There was no scar or mark. I had felt no pain. It was perfect. I felt a tingle on my ring
finger and looked down to see my old wedding ring slipping off, seemingly of its own accord. I
shoved that useless piece of metal into my back pocket.
Tina Tiki Torch then turned JennIE and myself toward her and touched us each on the shoulder.
Her eyes seemed to implore us to listen carefully as she spoke:
“Beware of the thoughts that linger, winding up inside your head, the hopelessness around you
in the dead of night. Beware of sadness, it can hit you and it can hurt you. It makes you sore
and what is more is that is not what you are here for. You are here for Love and giving that is
what our world is all about. To put it simply, love conquers and love heals.”
Only then did I realize that since meeting JennIE I had not even missed my left hand at all. Now
it was back on and I was with JennIE and the future was at my command.
And now for the end of my silly story:
I do have to tell you one more thing about JennIE. After our Love Coach session we went back
to her apartment. There, JennIE sat me down on her couch beside the big aquarium and asked
with a wry smile if I could do something for her.
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“Yes of course, but what?” I said with a note of curiousness in my voice.
JennIE then left the living room and went into her bedroom. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear
that she was opening a closet, dragging a box from within and making quite a ruckus. Minutes
later she emerged from her bedroom with a pair of gold flippers and a garment bag.
“I enjoyed it when we cuddled last night and talked until we both drifted off. It was a glorious
evening. Today, I want to take our relationship to next level. I want to make love with you.”
JennIE explained.
Naturally, I was very excited, “Yep! I’m game! Now that I have my left hand, I am ready to go. I
can do all sorts of sudden probes and support various body parts! What do you need me to
do?” I was eager to do anything she asked.
“What’s in that garment bag?” I said, gesturing. “More shirts? Do you want me to pack them in
that awesome way you like?”
JennIE blushed a little, “Oh, it’s a gold-fish costume. I love gold-fish. Would you be alright with
dressing up as a gold-fish while we make love?”
How cool was this lady? She was drop-dead nice, interesting, beautiful and she had a gold-fish
fetish!
The End.
Post-script
Hello. THIS IS ME, DAVID CATAFORD SPEAKING, NOT THE NARRATOR OF THIS STORY BUT THE
AUTHOR. MY MISSING LEFT HAND (the story) POPPED INTO MY HEAD SOME TWENTY YEARS
AGO AND ALMOST AS ABRUPTLY LEFT IT. THE STORY WAS ABANDONED AND FORGOTTEN
ABOUT UNTIL MY BEST FRIEND PULLED IT FROM HIS HARD DRIVE RECENTLY. YOU SEE, MY BEST
FRIEND IS A HOARDER AND COLLECTOR OF JUNK AND THEREFORE HAS MORE OF MY SHORT
STORIES AND SCRIPTS THAN I DO. ABOUT A YEAR AGO HE ASKED ME IF I REMEMBERED A STORY
I WROTE CALLED “MY MISSING LEFT HAND” AND I TOLD HIM THAT I HAD NO RECOLLECTION OF
IT. HE EMAILED IT TO ME AND I READ IT. I REALLY LIKED THIS CRAZY, ORIGINAL, AND SILLY TALE.
THE ONLY PROBLEM WAS THAT IT HAD NO ENDING. WHILE I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AN ARTISTIC
FELLOW AND HAVE WORKED ON NUMEROUS STORIES, MANY OF THEM HAVE YET TO BE
FINISHED. I AM NOT A FINISHER. I AM AN IDEA MAN AND A STORY-TELLING INDIVIDUAL. ”MY
MISSING LEFT HAND” WAS UNFINISHED JUST LIKE FRANZ SCHUBERT’S “UNFINISHED
SYMPHONY.” (WHAT HAS ALWAYS PERPLEXED ME IS THAT SCHUBERT WROTE ANOTHER
SYMPHONY AFTER HIS UNFINISHED ONE. THIS WAS HIS GREAT 9TH SYMPHONY, WHILE THE
UNFINISHED ONE IS HIS 8TH.)
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IT MAY NOT BE FAIR FOR ME TO COMPARE MYSELF TO THE AMAZING FRANZ SCHUBERT. AFTER
ALL, ONE INSTANCE NOT WITHSTANDING, FRANZ SCHUBERT WAS A FINISHER. HE COMPLETED
TONS OF COMPOSITIONS, MORE THAN EIGHT SYMPHONIES AND A LARGE BODY OF CHAMBER
AND PIANO MUSIC.
HOWEVER, PERHAPS SCHUBERT HAS INSPIRED ME, BECAUSE AFTER LETTING “MY MISSING LEFT
HAND” SIT FOR A LONG TIME, NEW IDEAS HAVE NOW ENTERED MY MIND AND I FIGURED OUT
HOW TO END IT. HOPE YOU LIKED THE ENDING.
THANK YOU MR. SCHUBERT.
C. DAVID CATAFORD
MARCH 2016