BODY PARTS…

At only seven years of age she had used kitchen tongs expertly to dip the openings of the heads, from a row of disturbed dolls, into boiling water – pulling them out when melted to her satisfaction. Her mother watched Pippa sneak her loot back into her safety zone and stretch the small heads onto big doll bodies with a surgeon-like precision, creating freaky little plastic beings. She’s more disturbed than the doctor said, her mother thought, closing the door on the psychopathic wunderkind alchemist, locking her back into the closet. This will surely ruin my dinner party tonight. It was a spooky sight, but not to Pippa. To her it made sense. She wanted to disfigure, to destroy. She hated dolls. They reminded her of adults…

© kym darkly

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s