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Maeve, Gathering

Maeve was like a polka no one danced to any longer, loud music striving to be gay in an empty, echoing room. She was always left behind, a package on a shelf, a layaway plan, in case her parents decided on her again. And she was done with all that.

So with a stolen library book about changelings, Maeve took her fate into her own grubby hands and having lost all faith in judges she went searching for fairies willing to take her in, to change her future.

The runes and rules read thus:
To summon fairies ( not that you should, but if you insist) you need a heart-shaped stone and a pair of broken spectacles. A red scarf an umbrella a green plastic straw a tossaway bag from McDonald’s and a potato
and a baby
and a bottle of beer
one oak leaf
a car
and something purple

Maeve began to gather, though she worried over that leaf–there were no oak trees to be found around here.

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