Monday, May 16, 2011

A China Doll

An exquisite rag doll with a china face was a gift for Beth's sixth birthday. Its facial features were hand painted, and its eyes were masterfully done. No matter which angle she looked at the doll, its eyes locked onto Beth's. Years of happy playtime passed until Beth grew into a young adult. She stored the doll away in a dark chest, forgetting about it.

Beth, now thirty four, opened the chest looking for something old, borrowed, or blue. As she picked up the doll to search underneath, china eyes locked onto hers. Beth shivered as there seemed to be palpable malice emanating from the doll. Hairline cracks appeared on the doll's eyes, followed by exploding china shards.

Beth was cast into darkness as two precisely placed shards claimed her vision.

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