The Big Toe
THE TOENAIL ON HIS right big toe was yellow, ingrown, and bulging. He always wore sandals, and he always touched that toe. He was obsessed with it, like he had to know it was still there. He rarely washed his hands.
One day, he reached out after molesting his toe, sock fuzz from long ago sticking to his fingers, and fondled several tea cakes on a tray on the table. He finally decided on one and popped it into his mouth. The fuzz was gone from his hand.
I took the knife from the table and swung it hard. All his toes scattered onto the floor like dice in a game of Yahtzee.