It was a sunny day when Margret first found the glove. She found it amongst the litter she was picking up in the park. She'd never really enjoyed the job and wished she'd finished school but what has gone has gone; can't be changed.
Only the future remains unknown. She found the glove quite remarkable - was black and leathery at first glance, but on closer inspection it appeared to be a very dark red, made from some unknown creature's hide - leathery but not leather. She just shoved it in her pocked and continued with her work. This didn't last long as she felt an overwhelming desire to put on the glove. "Why?" She thought. "It's just a glove."

She slipped it on and it felt snug and warm on her working hand. It looked kind of fashionable so she felt fine walking around with it on for the rest of the day.

It came to pass that eventually her work finished and she returned home, but as she took the glove off it revealed a horribly decayed hand, the flesh barely hanging onto the somewhat bare bone. This condition was spreading up her arm.

Her mouth opened to scream, but only a stuttered thin wail came out as she stared at her hand in disbelief and horror.

"Nnnn.. NO!" she eventually screamed "I won't let you kill me!" she staggered drunkenly into her appartment's kitchen, took a large vegetable knife and hacked off her arm from above the decaying flesh.

Her fear had drowned out all feelings of pain. She wrapped a white T-Shirt around her remaining arm to prevent the flow of blood which now flooded her kitchen worktop. In the center of the red pool was her severed arm. Margret choked as she saw that it was unblemished - no decay, devoid of anything unnatural.

Had she hallucinated? That was her conclusion and as such she folded up on the floor in anger, realising the futility of her amateur amputation.

If gloves could look smug..

Just then Raymond Rubold the Ridiculous Redecorator executed a perfect three point turn at 300MPH in a truck 10 miles long.

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By Derek and Duncan. From the second of the very small thin Doodle Books which were definitely quite creative books.

These aren't really stories, are they? More sort of storylets, or mini-tales. We could put them inside christmas crackers instead of crap jokes.-Duncan

Well I think they are longer and more storylike than a lot of our short stories. But I still think they might make good goth christmas crackers or something. They are a bit like episodes from the Twilight Zone or something. -Derek