Club

My daughter, the aesthete, likes all of me except my clubbed little fingers.

She demanded an explanation off her grandparents.

Mum said she asked when I was born and everyone shrugged.

Dad said he had never noticed. Sounds about right.

Suspiciously, both of their answers drifted a little upon being pressed.

Google says the 5% of the clubs that are congenital are of unknown origin although one group has looked for a genetic link.

The mystery remains. And I am in a club against my will.