Mason Beck Fiction

Here is the finale of the tale of Mimsy and Annette. Check out Part 1 and Part 2.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it.

When Mimsy stopped by,
With her dolls and a game,
She saw poor Annette,
And the state she was left.

Not a word was said,
Not a moment was lost.
She turned on her heel
Down the hall she then stalked.

She stuck to the shadows,
Past the doors she did creep,
To the kitchen she snuck,
To her work she did set.

She gathered her wares from shelves up high,
Some sugar and spice, and nothing else nice,
Vinegar and salt, and an old pickle’s jar,
If a witch is what they want, a witch is what they’ll get.

With the sun’s last breath and the moon’s first shine,
she set to her task with her knots and her brine.
Then as the moon did wane and the morning grew near,
there was one last thing she had left to prepare.

Annette still slept when Mimsy first arrived.
So with needle and thread, she stitched and set right
the patches and fluff that were lost in the fight.

And before she departed, she left a small gift.
From her bag she reached and placed on the stand
a few new dolls Mimsy had made just this night.

To keep Annette company.
To help her feel safe.

With glassy blue eyes
and ribbons for hair,

they were all the friends
she ever could need.