eyeballkid

Last night I pulled a small doll out of my throat and it had me wondering...what's going on here. It was a ragady thing with a proper red skirt and pigtails, a very normal looking doll, but it's eyes had been replaced with smooth onyx disks that flashed in irregular patterns when held to light. I immediatly realised there was no immediate chance in deciphering the patterns of lights, though there was an indesputable sequence, so I pulled up a chair and made two vodka tonics. She drank hers like a lady possesing class and I as well. After the drinks she spoke a few words then, thanking me, got up and abruptly left the house, locking the door behind her. I didn't even have to remind her. And me, I poured another drink to sooth the tear in my throat. When I laughed the flaps purred in the acrid night, always unanswered.