The China Doll II


Falling slowly on the cold hard ground we see a China doll,who is now scattered into tiny pieces all around. The porcelain face is now cracked on both sides of her face,she smiles no more.


The man who dropped and shattered her finally picks her up and examines her. He attempts to fix her again,if only just for one more hour of play. I should warn you all though this is no ordinary man,no but a crazed one. He’s been stalking the China doll for quite some time. The funny thing is is that the China doll doesn’t even know this man,he’s never spoken to her or said her name. Let alone looked into her eyes. He is obsessed with her.


Not only that but this man had the audacity to say to her how he wanted to turn that frown upside down and yet he’s the one who’s wrecked havoc on her life. Once he’s done examining the China doll,he turns around and puts her on the highest shelf on the nearest wall. She begins to shake. She is afraid he may end up taking her life. I wonder how much one doll can endure? Makes you wonder does she cry herself to sleep at night  or does that cause her too much pain? I said it once and I’ll say it again,I am indeed the China doll and I am very afraid.

  • Author: Matt Angel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2023 15:12
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