Mini-Interlude 32 – Miranda
The following is a commissioned mini-interlude focusing on Miranda as a character outside of and apart from Flick.
About Six Months Ago
“Duck, duck, throw your duck! Come on, Randi, just try it. Right over here. I got you. I got you. I’m right on you. Just try it.”
Pacing sideways quickly, following the circular line that had been drawn over the grass a short distance from the base of the giant tree that she had called home for several years, Miranda eyed the boy who was taunting her. His name was Duane, and he was standing in the middle of the sixty-foot wide circle, right next to a wooden stump that was about two feet tall. In the middle of the stump, a softball-sized stone had been set.
Miranda held a similarly-sized rock in her left hand, as did the nine other people who were all pacing…
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