Kate’s limbs feel stiff. She tries to stretch her spine, flex her calves, the soles of her feet, but her body will not move from its rigid pose. She sits at the table, tea set before her, though she doesn’t remember boiling the kettle, fetching the pot, the tin with its green scented leaves.
She doesn’t recall sitting down. Where was she before this?
There was a dark room, heavy red curtains and beads the colour of rubies and sapphires, her father’s mill pond after heavy rain. There was the smell of dust and snuffed candles, the dim glow of a lamp.
The old woman. There was an old woman, swathed in shawls, heavy with gold jewellery and hanging at her neck a doll with chain link joints that made the limbs dance with every breath and Kate had so wanted the doll, so wanted to touch it.
But more, she’d wanted it for herself, the need so bad it bit harder than any she’d felt for men she’d fought over, any pair of boots she’d snatched from a display or feathered nonsense to decorate her hair. There had been a row – a fight – a shard of broken glass. Then … Nothing.
And now she sees her.
Dressed in black, the old woman stands by the window, staring from beneath her bonnet, face part hidden by the crepe frills, hand outstretched, reaching, reaching.
A scream bulges in Kate’s throat, pressing at her lips, forever trapped.
Oh god it’s like a nightmare! Dolls and doll houses are creepy enough and you’ve really capitalised on that here.
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Thanks pet! Yes, dolls are creepy – my Nan had a thing for china dolls, picking up the old heads and hands and making fresh bodies out of fabric and stuffing. Her flat was full of bits of china girls – really creepy 🙂
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Oh I’d have loved your nan!
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Maybe not. Very difficult woman in many ways. Interesting. But difficult. Though her doll collection was astonishing 🙂
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Nice build and finish!
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Thanks so much, Kelly 🙂
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Oh yes, very effectively creepy! It’s so perfect for the photo, but then, with the photo I knew what was happening right away. Wish I could go back in time and read it without having seen the photo. and see how I interpreted it then — I think it would be even more freaky, the slow realization of the horror….
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I think you’re right, Joy – the photoa and the story are companion pieces I suppose. It can be useful with a very short story for the photo to tell part of the story for you, so maybe the piece wouldn’t make sense without the pic. Thanks for reading, my dear 🙂
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I think it would still make sense without the photo, but be more of a mystery for the reader to figure out..
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Yes, you’re right. The photo fills in the gaps I think. 🙂
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I think I’ll stand to take my tea from now on …
This is as creepy as Neil Gaiman’s Coraline, a novella chilling enough for adults let alone the youngsters it’s aimed at. The button eyes of the mother figure remains strong in my memory!
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Oooh Coraline is good!
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Must give it another read soon …
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Did you watch the movie? 🙂
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Still haven’t got round to it! Some day …
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I’ve never actually read the whole book, so I hope the movie doesn’t ruin the book. Ugh, that happens way too often.
But I think the movie’s quite good.
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🙂
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🙂 Love Gaiman
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Thank you so much, Chris. To be even mentioned in the same breath as Gaiman (one of my writing heroes) is lovely for me 🙂 You know, Coraline is one of his books I haven’t read – shame on me. The Graveyard Book is one of his kids’ stories too, but still chilling enough for adults. It’s opening line (‘There was a hand in the darkness and it held a knife’) is one of my favourites.
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This was so creative- loved it ❤
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Thank you so much. Dolls are so very creepy, aren’t they? 🙂
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Now that you remind me…
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🙂
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Thank you! Just looked at your blog and what a lovely, positive place to be. Good luck with your blogging journey 🙂
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Thank you very much !
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My pleasure 🙂
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The only predictable thing about your writing is that it will be well worth the read. This would be an exceptional piece, but so much of your work is exceptional that I can’t say that 🙂
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Aw, thank you so much, Jane 🙂 Something very creepy about those dolls, isn’t there? I couldn’t help but let my mind drift creepily along with them.
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I love old dolls houses – maybe it has something to do with the creepiness…
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They are attractive in a very creepy way, though I’ve always liked miniature things. Small furniture, miniature play food. Ever seen Queen Mary’s dollshouse at Windsor Castle? Now that is a house to envy 🙂
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I’ve seen images of it – lovely…
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Yes, stunning. Haven’t been to Windsor for years. Be nice to see that again.
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I’ve never been to Windsor. Laura and Paul’s dad took them to get them away from the terrible thing that happened in our lives twenty years ago. They went to Legoland…
I need to cauterise some of the connections in my brain 🙂
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Took my son to legoland a few years back – he adored it and I found it hell on earth 🙂 Wondsor itself is very pretty with lots of history, though of course with its royal connections has airs above its station.
We can’t cut those associations, can we, no matter how we try
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The thing is, even after 20 years he’s constantly on my mind. The list of things that remind me of him goes on forever, but it’s OK; I don’t want to forget him.
I love Lego, but I don’t think I want to vitit a town made of it.
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Sometimes it’s both lovely and painful to remember.
And I’d give Legoland a miss if I were you. Fun if you’re ten, but after that … 🙂
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Just Windsor Castle then…
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Yes. The castle is the best, I think
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This is an example of what I like best about your flash fiction, Lynn, if I may say so. Love how you enter on the right note while still setting the stage, then add the detail, give it a twist, and get out. This one was particularly creepy when considered with the photo, and the photo + text resonates differently than just the test. But both stay with you, or should. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Walt! Yes, I think the text and photo go together and probably just the text on its own would give a slightly different impression. I like the idea of getting in, achieving the atmosphere you’d hoped for then getting out. Real hit-and-run fiction 🙂 Thanks for reading and for your very kind comments 🙂
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