Sweet Caroline’s eyes widened as his voice carried her name, a soft blush painted her alabaster skin as he bent down to her level , a vicious smile darkening her face as he pushes the devious dolly forward .
"...look what I have for you..."
She watches with perfect glee as Mista Flaycwoah lops off the poor dolly’s leg at the knee, an unearthly squeal accompanies excited clapping.
Her ham hock arm reaches for the dolly, bright pink tongue slowly protruding from glossy lips, eyes narrowing on her prize, to Caroline everything else is fading away, deaf and dumb to the wailing dolly’s charms while time as it is nearly stops . Her hand sneaks and snails forward for an eternity .
She blinks. Tight golden ringlets whip back and forth as her head shakes the admittent words swirling over and over in her mind.
“…let Miss Mel there go and dolly's all yours..."
“There’s a good girl.”
“let Miss Mel there go and dolly's all yours..."
“let me tend to Miss Mel..”
“…Good girl ….”
Caroline’s perfect lips curl and grumble as the colour in her eyes oozes until all that’s left is black pools angry oil .
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
The shrill wailing of Caroline’s wrath causes all and sundry in the glade to shiver and moan .She tears the screaming dolly from Dax’ grasp and smashes it to the ground , pummeling and stomping it until the screams subside into a horrific sounding series of misplaced hiccups .Her eyes filled with rage as she stares up at him .Caroline’s voice a mix of honey and dirt as her pitch rises and falls .
“Melpomeeany MY toy! “Crossing her arms and standing her ground.
“Mine, mine, mine!!”
Caroline’s eyes soften suddenly in the midst of her tantrum and then as suddenly as she was seething, a coy smile returned to her lips.
She stalked forward a step, looked to Melpomene as if to say, “no goin no wheres .” and then the evil little girl like thing , stretched out her chubby little toddler arms and before she could ask him , “Uppies!” she stealthily climbed up his left side , wrapped her legs around his waist, held on tight with her head resting on his shoulder and whispered in a sickeningly devious tone .
“You can’t has her all by you own self …”
It makes me really sad that we never got to finish this Play or the one from the Parlor. Was excellent work. I still have nightmares about that evil little child.
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