The Founder
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Anthony plainly took the rag, and wiped over his mouth and cheek.
The rag smelt like mixture of herbs he couldn't know, and spices with no name. Nothing
like sugar. But nothing like vinegar.
Anthony was half listening and half day-dreaming. Again. A soft shade of pink
dazzled his cheeks.
He was dwindling away in his mind- with to many of the thoughts in his head.
The lad saw candy, the smelled the mints, the tinctures, the doctor-
Yes-
it was all quite nice.
Anthony felt like quiet the dapper young fellow sitting in a high stool, being apart of
all the important works, crafts, and models.
And it was strange, because Anthony didn't even know how to spell, 'dapper'. But he
knew he felt it. He felt-
a great deal of relevance.
As well as the doctor's answer made Anthony feel all the more, special,
'Because I can. You need to have someone nice to you or else you'll end up bitter.'
But why in the world did the Candy man care if he ended up bitter? Disappointed? Or
even dead inside?
Now come along you said you wanted
to learn yes?
Anthony paused for just a moment, processing the other's strange friendliness. A soft pink
lip stuttered, As if to object- or maybe confess?
Confess that he shouldn't even be here? Or that he had a couple of vials in his pocket? Or
that Doctor Haste never even mentioned a headcold- er- headache- or whatever?
What was he doing here?
Anthony shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts away.
"Yea- er-i'm Ready Dr. Candyman." He said, with a faint smile. Obviosuly, something was
wrong. The little boy seemed a little more uncomfortable now, and his voice wasn't strong
like before. Anthony only hoped that he wouldn't notice. The lad looked to his hands,
unable to even look at the other.
The Good Head Doctor
Doctor Elliot Austin Haste. 40. {Head Doctor}
Rehabilitation and Psychology.
Anthony Blair Hughes. 15. {Apprentice}
Colonial Peasant. Orphan
Helena 'Cherry' 14.
Local Daughter of the London Abbey house
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