Meghan: Doll

“This one.”

“Ah, excellent choice sir, this is one of the newer models, extremely realistic appearance and life-simulations, you’ll be very pleased.”

“Yes she is very lifelike.”

A hand twirls silky blonde strands

“Even the hair, you can feel, is exactly the same.”

“Not exactly.”

A little defensive, “Well, no of course not, but it’s very close.”

Rubbing a hand across his face, “When can I take it home?”

“We can deliver her to your house later today if you wish..”

He picks up a hat from the table scattered with recently signed documents, “Then please drop her off later.”

A little caught up by the abruptness of the other’s manner, “Sir, surely you’d like to meet her first.”

Mouth twists, “Meet her?”

“Yes, turn her on?”

Glancing briefly from his purchase to the door, his need to flee can almost be tasted in the air, “No, I’d rather not. She’s for my wife, I have nothing to do with the thing.” Grinding, clearing of his throat, “Just bring it, and send me the bill.”

Hurriedly, practically running, he jams on his hat and strides out the door.

He sighed almost as heavily as the man who had run out of the room and stroked the cheek of what he had sold.

“You will help him, won’t you darling?” he whispered in her ear

She, of course, said nothing. Long eyelashes painted fans on her cheeks and her mouth was smooth and stern in unconsciousness.

He smoothed a lock of hair behind one of her ears and tugged a bit of lace from her dress into place. His fingers slipped down her back to stroke a switch that lay in the middle of her spine, barely touchable through the fabric.

Lips against her hair, fingers hovering; for a second he thought he heard her heart flutter against his chest. Whispered, “You have no idea how much I wish I could.” He withdrew his tempted digits, “But you can’t be mine, at least not yet.”

Her thoughts

Fell

Like drops of water

Rain

on a parched desert in hell

but every once in a while, they rushed

ran, like a river

overflowing, swelling her streams until

pools became oceans, and thoughts became thinking

she had to get out, out of this prison that was her mind

swimming through the dark until some great teethed thing came to swallow her

until she would do anything

to get out

-Meghan