This is the first part of a fiction serial, in 1080 words.
February 2019. Anne gets a birthday present.
Anne received the doll as a present for her tenth birthday. Most girls of that age are too old for dolls, but she wasn’t. Mum said it was over one hundred years old, so she had to be careful with it. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. When her Mum asked her what she was going to call it, she replied without hesitation. “Little Annie”.
Not that it looked anything like her, the opposite in fact. She had dark brown hair, lank and greasy. Her lips were fleshy and wet, and her narrow eyes a strange caramel colour, like those you might see on a feral cat.
Little Annie was blonde, with lovely huge round eyes, and a mouth like a cupid’s bow. Just divine.
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