Everything bad happened to Linda and it made her mad. She took it out on other kids. Hitting made her feel better, but not as good as if she had been Samantha, the girl to whom nothing bad ever happened. When Samantha took her hand one day on the playground, preventing many injuries, Linda let her. You want what I have, Sam said. Linda nodded, and in a matter of minutes, the two had fused at the wrist. Nobody noticed until Samantha’s left fist and Linda’s right began to punch obstacles out of the way: Jackie, Jimmy, Meredith. The teacher.
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david milner
15/6/2024 06:35:13 pm
I like this fast prose
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Cheryl Snell
15/6/2024 10:18:42 pm
Thanks!
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Cheryl Dahlstrand
15/6/2024 10:32:17 pm
A very existential tale!
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Cheryl Snell
15/6/2024 10:38:51 pm
Could be expanded to a horror story, maybe. Thanks for reading!
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