By Exquisite Corpse
Mr. Thimble fingers was always there for me as a kid. I would always play with him in the back yard of our small house. Mr. Thimble fingers got his name because he had thimbles where his fingers should be. The kind of thimble you would use to sew. He was always at my heel but no one was ever able to see him. That would always bug me. But as time grew on, I quickly forgot about poor old Mr. Thimble fingers. Years had past until one day I say him again. He was sitting on the countetop,dangling his legs like he was an impatient child. I ignored him and carried on with my day.