This week's writing assignment is to describe something from memory. It's going to be short, as my mind is operating under a considerable layer of fog these days!
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Her hard, puffy cheeks are frozen into a permanent smile. I try to comb her hair, but the yarn-like strands are too thick to even pass through the comb. My heart sinks in disappointment -- hair-styling is one of the things I'd been looking forward to most. Her body is soft, pliable; stumpy arms and legs jammed into a pinafore. She smells like a foreign combination of plastic and baby powder. I sit her down on the bed with the rest of my stuffed animals for company. Ten pairs of blank black eyes follow me around the room, and I flee to the safety of humans.
5 comments:
Very slick!
Nice! thanks for sharing.
Hah, you too? That doll hair is just uncombable!! Loved your post.
'Ten pairs of blank black eyes follow me around the room.'
That right there is some scary stuff. Short piece but very effective.
Agree on the blank black eyes comment. I'd true to 'color and cut' my dolls hair... why I can't remember because it never worked.
Brenda M.
(new wag player)
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