Let me tell you a story


Marylef's Meanderings

We were in grade school. I don’t remember what year it was but it was before sixth grade. I was a quietish kid, kind of an oddball. I can’t really even now pinpoint what it was that made other kids (and some adults) see me as easy pickings. I’m not telling this story for sympathy, but because I was inspired by something I read on Facebook today.

I have only told this story to one person as an adult, someone I thought would be my friend forever. That doesn’t always work out the way we want it to. That’s not germane to the story though so I’ll put that in my back pocket for another day when I’m braver.

It was warm that day I remember. Someone, I don’t know who, had an accident in the cloak room. It was literally in a small pile on the floor. Of course…

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