Fingers of Expectation
by B. Lynn Goodwin
“We’re
multiplying,” Wilma’s fingers say. “We are your fingers of expectation. Do
more. Do more!”
Wilma sighs. She craves retirement from her
work-at-home job. Her husband resists retirement and loves productivity. So she
works. She makes lists and checks things off.
1.
Write the report.
2.
Walk Eddie McPuppers.
3.
Or let him walk you.
4.
Respond to e-mail.
5.
Bill and pay bills.
6.
Count the stats on the Covid-19 pandemic.
A twelfth
finger is now emerging, inching out next to her left pinkie. A perfect finger,
complete with polished nail. Magenta, with a dripping black rose near the tip.
The eleventh finger came out in her sleep.
7.
Breathe, Wilma. Don’t leave your body.
If she
looks at each finger through a magnifying glass, they turn Christmas tree green
and she can read the lists of tasks in snowflake white.
8.
Study the specs.
9.
Channel the messages.
10.
Burkle the blurff.
Wilma
reads the last one twice. “Burkle the blurff?” What does that even mean? What
do all these tasks mean?
“Time’s
a-fleeing, Wilma,” the right thumb says in English. It wiggles, and Wilma
thinks of Jackie, who will be five on August 6.
Wilma
releases the thumb and shakes her fingers. The finger-lists drip away. She
breathes in freedom. Her jingling
Grandpad summons her. Jackie wants to show her a new fluffy bunny. “When can
you come play with me?” she asks.
“When the
moon sets and the sun rises.”
“What does
that mean?”
“It means
I love you and you are always in my heart.”
“Here’s
Mama,” says Jackie, who thinks Wilma is her own personal Mother Goose.
That night
her husband asks, “What did you do today?”
She shakes
her fingertips until they look like spider legs clawing the air and says, “Let
go of time and talked to your granddaughter. You?”
He grabs a
Coke and a glass of ice. Wilma the Weird he thinks, but he doesn’t say it out
loud. He loves her weirdness, even when he doesn’t understand it.
* * * * *
Writer and editor B. Lynn Goodwin owns Writer Advice, www.writeradvice.com. She’s the author of an award-winning YA, Talent,
and an award-winning memoir, Never Too Late: From Wannabe to Wife at 62,
plus a collection of journaling prompts, flash pieces, and short
articles. Her flash
fiction was recently published in Nebo, Cabinet of Heed, Murmur
of Words, and 100-Word Stories.
Such a Delightful, whimsical, and fun story.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Unknown. Wonder what your name is.
ReplyDeleteBurkle the blurff meets Eddie McPuppers. Sounds like fun!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Matthew. Eddie often burckles the blurff.
ReplyDelete