Tea Party of Terror

by Grace Wolverton

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Tea Party of Terror
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By Grace Wolverton
I glanced quickly around the room at everyone else. Then quickly sucked in a breath as a large hand grasped me around the middle. The hand jiggled me and another equally large hand jabbed a teacup at my lips. I do not particularly like being jiggled and jabbed at so I was flooded with relief when a voice drifted up the stairs. "Sabrina time to go." It called. The teacup was dropped to the floor with a PLUNK and the hand released me. Footsteps padded away down the hall. I sagged with relief and so did everyone else around me. We all started to relax and a few of the others began to eat and mill about talking to one another. This continued for about 30 minutes until we all heard a car door slam and the footsteps come towards the room. In a flash everyone was back in their chairs and all was silent. The hand grasped me once again and the jabbing of the teacup resumed. Sometimes I wish I was not born a doll at all.

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