Finish-the-fiction-story-contest-week-10
The Script
Penelope had too many porcelain dolls. Her father, Til, had warned her when she was a child, "If you get one more doll, they'll rebel! That many dolls in one room have a mind of their own!"
He had said it with the kind of serious face that meant he was joking.
She had stopped buying porcelain dolls anyway when she turned 13, thinking they were kids stuff. They all got put in boxes, because she wasn't willing to let go of them, and who knew, maybe when she had kids of her own, they'd want to inherit her doll collection. Or maybe they'd be worth something someday.
But he must not have been joking.
The morning after Penelope had purchased Hans, the Oktoberfest doll, because it was just so silly and it reminded her of the year she and her husband, Charles, had lived in Germany, she took it out of the Dolls of the World bag to show her 6 month old son, Jacob. He tried to eat its face, as he tried to eat everything's face. The dog, Cupcake, had growled and barked, as she often did when things that looked like they had eyes seemed to make intense, unblinking eye contact with her.
Charles, ever the practical worrywart, swooped up the kid and the pup, put on the wearable baby garment, and took them for a walk so Penelope could take a nap. Penelope set Hans in the closet where the rest of the dolls, all still packed away, were.
She took a nap.
The Ending
Hans looked around the closet and saw the many boxes of his friends, peacefully laying in each box. He sensed that they were ready to be free and lifted each lid, then blew into the boxes. The dolls started to emerge from the boxes quietly and carefully, so there would be no damage to their homes. When all the dolls had circled Hans, he led them to the abandoned shed behind the main house. The root cellar was the perfect place to meet his new friends. This wasn't the first time Hans had taken over a collection of dolls, and it wouldn't be his last.
Hans told his new friends that they were not to go out during the day and to stay in the cellar when Cupcake was doing her business. The first night, Hans and his friends walked around the neighborhood, scoping out the area. They were about six houses down the block, when Hans told Cinderella to go grab a potted plant from the backyard and put it on their neighbors front porch. She moved the plant and they all headed back to the root cellar, for the rest of the night.
They kept doing these little pranks every night, for a week, then waited for the fireworks to begin.
Charles and Penelope went on with their merry lives, none the wiser of what was brewing in their shed. Meanwhile, the home owners association was notifying the neighborhood, that there was suspicious vehicles roaming the area, and to keep an eye out.
Hans was getting restless, as the mayhem was taking too long. So he sent out all the dolls to move more items and make sure they leave them in obvious places. Penelope was in the closet and noticed Hans was gone. She asked Charles if he had moved him? He said, "no way, I wouldn't touch that creepy doll".
A month had passed since Hans blew life into his friends and it was time to return to their homes. He watched for the family to leave and they all headed through the doggy door, back to the closet. All the dolls went back to their boxes and Hans ended up under a shirt.
Hans and his friends enjoyed their freedom but now it was time to rest. Til was right, these dolls have a mind of their own, who knows which one will awaken the others, next time.
Ending by Bruni ~ Photo by Bruni ~ The Script by @f3nix
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I think Hans and the prankster dolls had somewhat brought a little life to a sleepy neighborhood. Perhaps, not the kind of life that the residents fully appreciated, but some shiver of excitation every now and then is good ;)
It makes me think of a benevolent god of dolls that allows them to wake up for some time, allowing them to breath freedom.. it's nice and has poetry, I appreciate it's not a horror we had many! 😉
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