Disturbing future

Mum is old and can't speak English anymore. Everyone is saddened by her affliction, everyone feels sorry for her. She has, unfortunately, developed strange and horrific lumps along her ankle. They may be painful or dangerous, poor her. Everyone examines them and look sympathetically at one another. I, myself, cautiously step forward and take a close inspection. These are no ordinary lumps. No, these are difinitely new toes forming, bulbous and protuding in five, with toenails and everything. Has noone else noticed that Mum is growing an extra foot? This shocks me to the point that I feel compelled, yet terrified, to check my own ankle. To my absolute repulsion, the smallest of lumps have begun to form in a small row. No! I roll up my jean to see something even more sickening..... seven long toes emerging from beneath the surface of my knee. Now nothing can conceal this abnormality and there is no escape or going back. This is it now.