Hey, Drabble kittens. Welcome to the Drabble cast. My name is Boo, and I'll be your guide as we descend once again into the drabble

combs to resurrect another story. Step lively folks and head on over to our

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Bringing strange stories by strange authors to strange listeners such as yourself.

Like many of you when I heard the drabble cast it was love at first listen.

I thought, wow, Norm Sherman's parents probably also got letters from his guidance counselor

saying,

Your child's stories, while creative, contain disturbing imagery that the other children find upsetting.

I instantly felt like I belonged.

And honestly, that feeling of community is a huge part of why I volunteered

in the first place. It can be lonely out there for a solitary oddball. But when we band together, there's no limit to what kind of large

tentacled hug monster we can become. Show us some love and help us spread our weird umbrella just a little further over you

strange listeners. Today's story is followed by Will McIntosh and it originally aired in episode 217.

To me, this story is all about impact, how small seemingly insignificant actions can have long lasting and far-reaching

results. You'll hear more of my thoughts after the story. Until then, enjoy. She came wandering down the sidewalk like any other corpse, her herky-jerkie walk unmistakable among

the fluid strides of the living. She was six or seven, Southeast Asian, maybe Indian, her ragged clothes caked in dried mud.

Pedestrians cut a wide berth around her without noticing her at all.

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