Mason Beck Fiction

Continuing the story of Mimsy and Annette from the last post here

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So they followed Annette
after class, down the hall,
and closed in around her, cutting off her escape.

“You’re odd,” said the first.
“A freak,” said her friend.
“You’re just like the witch, and two there can’t be.”

With smirks and with sneers,
with a push and a shove,
Annette fell down and bumped her head.

They pulled at the threads and yanked at the patches.
The stitches gave way and her laces came loose.

Her sleeve tore wide and her doll split apart,
spilling its fluff, its pieces and parts.

Then off they ran, laughing and making fun
of the new girl Annette,
And her secondhand clothes,
Her secondhand toys,
And her secondhand friend.

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Stay tuned for Part 3 when I have a chance to sit and write a bit more.