Thanks to Doug for this week’s prompt. Though my story this week veers into the shadows, the photo made me smile. Plesiosaurs are among my faves, even metallic, skeletal ones. As always, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the merry band of Fictioneers, and thanks to you for reading and sharing. Your comments and criticisms are welcome.
(I hate dolls. This is why.)
Monster Ball – 102 Words
Articulating joints and counter-weighted eyelids were fleshed in plastic, dressed in tulle.
Tatiana held the doll by her jeweled crown. One toe shoe en pointe on berber carpet, the other Arabesque. A turn of the jewel switched her mechanism on. Wire tendons groaned, spasming the lower limb.
Another turn spurred a grinding pirouette. Expressionless painted blue irises met brown ones. Tati shrieked, and let go the jeweled crown.
Plastic and tulle fell, a clockwork seizure. Blue irises stared, unblinking. “Papa,” Tatiana pleaded, “turn it off.”
The switch was broken, the batteries missing.
Tati’s dream perished: Tutu and toe shoes; ashes and dust.
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