While I was a doll, everything was quiet.
I would blink.
I would nod.
Each movement of mine would say: "Yes!"
You were glowing.
One day, I took a goose feather, put it in the inkwell and wrote: "I am not a doll."
You ripped the paper in half.
You grabbed me violently.
You shook me.
"Yes, you are a doll! You are!" you screamed.
Then I touched my blinking eyes.
My breathing nose.
My cheeks reddening in rage.
And I left.
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A/N: Theme song: "Pink: Just Like A Pill."
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
