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The secretary held it in her hands for a long while.

A skirt.

Soft. Stained. Plaid. Torn. The counselor gave it to her. She was told to keep it safe.

Ironic, to keep the skirt safe.

The contents of the skirt, she thought. We should keep that safe, too.

The person within. The child who wore.

But this was evidence, and was worth a great deal.

She sealed it in a bag. She put it in a closet. She waited for direction.

In the hallway, girls traipsed and rhymed, and sang in couplets.

She had no safe place for them.

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    Horrorshow about 5 years ago

    Dark stuff, Ceil. Very well written.

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    Brandon Sutton about 5 years ago

    Almost reads like a poem. A disturbing poem, but a poem nonetheless. Good work!

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    Ceil Kessler about 5 years ago

    Thanks! Dark / disturbing is kind of my milieu right now, so those are great compliments!

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    Chris Walker about 5 years ago

    Good drabble.

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    Neil Ross about 5 years ago

    I like your metaphor for the child hidden. Very well laid out, reads well.

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    John Moralee about 5 years ago

    Good story. Punchy end.

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    Thomas Andersen over 4 years ago

    Like it very much!

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    Iarwain Olofsson over 3 years ago

    Whoo. Tense and thrilling in all its shortness.
    Like it.

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