Chinatown

by Rebecca T. Kaplan

I found a store in Chinatown, full of exquisite pens. On one shelf I noticed a severed human finger. It was swollen, distended, obviously dead a while. I bought it, curious, and began writing. From it flowed another’s stories, confessions. It tells of murderous longings. Can’t put it down. My fingers ache. Help, please. Anyone?

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Rebecca T. Kaplan is a freelance writer in Brooklyn. Her work has been published in The Vegetarian Journal, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and The Purchase Beat. She graduated from Purchase College in 2013 with a creative writing and journalism major.