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3 vote	deformity by Francis Powell posted by powell 514 days ago (Editorial) \| view profile
deformity It had always been a bit of a family joke, indeed various members often bragged about it. It was my great grand-father who had killed a Bengal tiger of some nine feet in length. It had been a kill for pleasure, for his giant ego, giving him a certain kudos, amongst the other officers of his regiment. Ironically I had received a package, sent from India, the morning of the most fateful of days. Why anybody would send me a package from India, had confused me, as I had no connections at all, less the story of my great grand-father, that these days was rarely mentioned. I had left the bundle of papers unread. I wasn’t looking backwards, I was looking forwards, to visiting my wife and my newly born son, who I would be seeing for the first time. It’s birth was premature while I was away on a business trip. We had longed for a son, to complete a happy family. I arrived at the hospital with a great expectancy, anticipating my heart would be filled with both joy and pride. When I finally got to my wife, I was immediately confronted by concerned faces, a totally different picture to what I had expected. There were tears in my wife’s eyes, such sorrow I had never seen before, from a woman normally buoyant. “What’s wrong” I demanded piercing the dense melancholy that gripped the room. My wife barely registered me, such was her intense anguish. I was ushered out of the room, by a hushly spoken doctor. “I am afraid I have some bad news, there are some complications with your son.” “What complications” I demanded “is it his heart, or lungs ?” “No” stammered the doctor “it’s his hand.” I let out a sigh of relief, “it can’t be that bad surely something can be done?” The doctor held his forlorn look. “You don’t realize the extent of the problem, Mr Hyatt,” said the doctor shaking his head. “Let me see him” I demanded. The doctor seemed reluctant, but led me into a small room. I looked at my son’s eyes, he was awake and conscious, looking the most beautiful baby ever. born On his little hands there was a bandage which the doctor unraveled. Time seemed to pass painfully slowly. “Christ” I shouted out loudly. The baby had perfect hands, but for one digit, which wasn’t human, it was a razor sharp tigers claw. It was an abnormality, that could not be over-looked. “Can’t you operate” I demanded. “We getting some specialists to look, we have no experience of such a deformity,” replied the doctor. The son I had produced reached out to me suddenly, the talon gashed the flesh of my arm. I screamed and vomited and fled in abject horror. We had produced a freak and my mind ventured to the grubby package containing family history, resting under a picture of my great grand father, grinning wildly next to the slain tiger.

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