Finn

Finn Stephen King Vibhatsu (Jan 2023) Tags: Fiction, Short Stories, Horror, Thriller Fictionttt Short Storiesttt Horrorttt Thrillerttt ‘Finn’, a Scribd exclusive, is set in Ireland and tells the story of a young man, unlucky since birth, who gets caught up in a case of mistaken identity. The darkly funny, unsettling tale takes Finn through existential and psychological crises in a world where bullies and madmen upend the lives of the innocent. Title Page Finn By Stephen King SCRIBD ORIGINALS This ePUB is compiled & gifted to book-lovers by Vibhatsu Copyright Copyright © 2022 by Stephen King All rights reserved Image credit: Sebastian/stock.adobe.com Cover design by Catherine Casalino ISBN: 9781094444963 First e-book edition: May 2022 Scribd, Inc. This ePub Created by Vibhatsu San Francisco, California Scribd.com For more, visit www.scribd.com and follow @Scribd on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. 1 FINN HAD A HARD GO of it from the very beginning. He slipped through the hands of a midwife who had delivered hundreds of babies and gave his birthday cry when he hit the floor. When he was five, there was a house party next door. He was allowed out to listen to the music (Shane MacGowan blasting from pole-mounted portable speakers) on his side of the street. It was summer, he was barefoot, and a cherry bomb thrown by an exuberant partygoer flew up, arced down with the stub of its fuse fizzing, and blew off the baby toe on his left foot. Wouldn’t have happened again in a thousand years, his grandma said. Also: God must have wanted that toe for an angel. When he was seven, he and his sisters were playing in Pettingill Park while Grandma sat on a nearby bench, alternately knitting and doing one of her word search puzzles. Finn didn’t care for the swings, had no use for the seesaws, could not have cared less about the roundy-round. What he liked was the Twisty, an entrancing curlicue of blue plastic twenty feet high. There were steps, but Finn preferred to climb the slide itself on his hands and knees, up and around, up and around. At the top he would sit and glide to the packed dirt at the bottom. He never had an accident on the Twisty. “Stop that awhile, why don’t ya,” Grandma said one day. “You’re always on