Smudge is a girl’s name for a very recluse
person. Our Smudge is just like that. On far away islands she lived with enough
other children to play with, yet never did. Instead the
only time when the other children can spot her was at the Grinning Stone after school. Why would she want to be there?
Everyone would ask. Nobody can really tell why Smudge remained at the
Grinning Stone, it was like her friend, the only friend that understood
her.
Smudge seemed petulant at home, so she
didn’t spend much time there. She’d only drop by her house at dinner time and
any other normal family home procedures, such as bed time. When it wasn’t time
for any of them to be done, she would hide behind swarthy shadow of the
foreboding Grinning Stone.
Did this every change?
One Tuesday after school, a boy from
Smudge’s class, wasn’t in the mood to immediately go home either, and decided
to patrol the island. He came across the Grinning Stone, and spotted Smudge
sitting there as usual. Five minutes later, for the first since I don’t know, the two children were at the Grinning Stone appearing miserable. They had a chat, about
what makes them sad, and why home isn’t as nice as anywhere else on the island.
Nobody could tell what they were chatting about, no one could understand
anyway. The evening arrived, it was soon going to be dinner time so the Boy and
Smudge went home. Since then, Smudge was seen a lot less at the Grinning Stone.
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