__15.04.2003 @ 17:10_______
Belinda was a young lady in her early 30s. She lived alone with her cat Jumbles and worked as a receptionist by day. At night however she led a secret double life as Spinsterwoman!
In her homemade knitted costume Belinda roamed the streets and darned up the holes in the socks of those in need. Belinda would admit there was not much call for her own particular brand of heroics but she felt she was helping the world become a better place in her own special way. Jumbles would often join her on her patrols and had led her to a person in need of help with a particularly tricky bit of cross stitch on more than one occassion.
Belinda chose to lead this life as she knew she could never have a normal life. A terrible accident with a boiling kettle had left her with terribly burnt hands as a small child. This had resulted in many skin graft operations. The skin which was grafted onto her hands was taken from the very top of her legs. The operations went very well and Belinda was able to resume her normal life. Unfortunately when Belinda hit puberty problems emerged in the form of pubic hair growing on her hands. This was not a pleasant experience for a 13 year old to go through. She was soon an outcast at school and subject to taunts from her fellow pupils.
Belinda refused to let herself become bitter and retained her faith in the innate goodness of all people. And so she prowled the streets helping vagrants (who didnt mind people who grow their own gloves) sew their cardboard boxes together.
One night Belinda was on her way home after helping a little old lady finish a particularlarly fiddly bit of knitting on a pullover when she heard a strange banging sound from inside a garbage can. She approached it cautiously and lifted the lid. Much to her surprise and alarm Belinda found herself lifted off her feet and sucked inside the garbage can which firmly shut above her. She immediatly began to push up on the lid but found it impossible to open.
Next she felt the garbage can being lifted into the air and suddenly she was upside down inside it. The lid then open and she was dropped down into a large pile of litter, landing on a particularly sharp piece of plastic. Finally the roof of the rear of the dump truck closed down upon her breaking every bone in her body. Belinda died. Painfully.
The End.
PS Sorry this story is so crap. I am quite proud of the "people who grow their own gloves" line though)
Inspiration For This Tale: Frances Wilcox Yet Again
Sensory Input For This Tale: The Hidden Cameras - The Smell Of Our Own
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