My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Tuesday, 12 July, 2011

The Doll

There is a kid. 
She goes to a super market with her parents. She likes a doll. She wants that doll. Her parents find that doll sub-standard. They do not buy it for her. 
They allure her with other things. She loves the doll. She wants the doll very much. She cries.

She goes rebellious. The parents get her all kinds of nice, expensive toys from every part of the world. She doesn't touch them. She wants the doll. 

The revolution goes on for years. She barely talks to anyone, she barely eats. She is filled with hatred.

The parents give in. They get her the doll.

She is happy. She is very happy.

Now, she doesn't know what to do with the doll. She locks it in her cupboard and goes out looking for another toy she can cry for.