Photo Story: The Doll Inside
They’d tried to forget it, tried to leave it in Raleigh, but it made the trip, hiding amongst the other boxes still sealed from the move. He hesitates, opening it like an old creased photograph. Water fills him, ice cold and rushing. The doll inside never enjoyed; packed carefully, intimately and with good intentions. Caressing its cheek, he regains himself. He finds the card inside, hands it to his waiting wife and watches her face. He stands. They embrace, heads bowed. Its tiny eyes closed, cherubic. She kisses the card before returning it. He uses blue tape like new stitches.
It’s so amazing I might have nightmares !
Thanks everyone for the encouraging words!
I love the story, thanks for the emotions and good luck!
Powerfully quiet, deeply moving.
I think I will regret cheating with this story but I’ll do it anyway
Very touching. Brett tears to my eyes each time I read it. Amazing visuals. Thank you
I don’t understand the story? why are they sad about a doll?
I think this doll belongs to their dead daughter??
Wonderful story I use it for my world book day THANKS ???????