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When Marion finished weaving her blanket every other kid made cruel comments and laughed at her as usual. Even her teacher smirked.
Only Sara, eyes darting between Marion and the blanket, stared in wonder at the chaotic jumble of colours.
"Which colour am I?" she gasped.
"Good. Gold is the longest thread."
A cold, unexplained fear suddenly gripped everyone else as Marion rocked in her chair and chanted.
"Blue is David and red is Carrie and green is Toby and..." and on and on she chanted, reciting names and slowly teasing their coloured threads from out of the blanket.

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    Neville Hunt about 1 year ago

    This is intriguing! I can visualise each coloured thread being eased out of the blanket... and it’s rather spooky! 😱

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    Drew Martyn about 1 year ago

    Thanks Neville. The inspiration for this was a weaving hanging in a Frida Kahlo shop and a little kid trying to unravel it.

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    Christopher about 1 year ago

    Very interesting. And like Neville said, rather spooky too.

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