Sunday, October 11, 2015

The Blind Woman


There was once this old blind woman who owned a farm. Her husband had been sick for many years and eventually died. She cried for days before deciding to keep one of his fingers as a moment.

 At the funeral, she felt around for his middle finger. When she found it, she cut it off. The old woman wrapped it in a handkerchief and kept it in her pocket. For a short time, she was at peace.

One night, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She recognized the sound immediately. Those were the exact same footsteps of her late husband. The door to her room opened slowly, bringing with it the stench of death.

"Have you returned for your finger?" the woman asked.

Her husband bellowed, "That wasn't my finger you cut off!"

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