The Tickle Jar

He found the first by the school's swing set at age 8. Another in the candy aisle of the supermarket at age 10. Age 15, on top of the stone wall at the beach. In the glove compartment of his first car and in a bathroom of a funeral home. He secretly kept these odd mementos in a Mason Jar hidden from everyone. He kept finding these lost digits in the most ordinary of places, preserving them in his jar. When he found the tenth, things got weird. The fingers, they changed. Small taps on the glass. Strange dreams. A constant singing; indeterminate and far away, in another language, from another place.