This is an entry for the July Month-o-Minis contest at Brigit’s Flame. Prompt was: doll’s eyes
Word count: 192
Constructive criticism is always welcome!
Music lyrics from Shirley Ellis’ Clapping Song
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Three, six, nine
The goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco
On the streetcar line
I remember my little girl singing those words when she jumped rope outside. I would watch her from my spot on the steps, and I wished I could jump too.
But dolls can’t jump.
I watched her as she slept. I smiled as she dreamt and wished I could dream too.
But dolls can’t dream.
I stayed by her side when she was afraid of the monster under her bed and the shadows in the room. I tried to whisper comforting words.
But dolls can’t whisper.
I wanted to scream when he came. I wanted to wake her as he snuck in through the window and pressed his hand down on her face to silence her.
But dolls can’t scream.
I want to tell you now, officer, that he was 6 foot 3 with a long beard and red hair. It was the man we saw at the park two days ago. Her mother will remember him.
But dolls cannot speak.
The line broke
The monkey got choked
and they all went to heaven in a little row boat.