The Doll Maker

The pride is overpowering as I stand over my work. White filmy eyes and raven black hair, the best one to date. My masterpiece. This one deserves a prize of highest value.

They’ll ask where I got the wig from and how I got the skin so textured. They’ll ask how I got her so lifelike. I’ll say I’ve been making mannequins for decades now, I can’t reveal my secrets. The amateurs don’t realise there’s more to doll making than art, than aesthetics – it’s worth life itself.

They’ll stare into her eyes and shiver, maybe with fear, when they think for a second, for one tiny fraction, that her eyes glanced right into theirs.


Author: paganpages

Writer of weird fiction, lover of coffee and stories with a twist.

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