The boy doll By Zoe
A beautiful boy doll, sat on a single counter alone and wide eyed. He had rosy-red cheeks that sparkled and shimmered. A half smile was etched in his face and his lips were pale.
There he was in front of me, just behind the winter themed window. Thinking to myself, I was desperate for a doll and with just three steps he could be mine. Walking to the door, I twisted the handle, pulled the latch and tugged on the bolt.
It wouldn’t open or budge in the slightest. My anger grew like a beanstalk raging higher than the clouds.