Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Oh, let’s walk past, and quite quickly.”
“Why? What’s the matter?”
The two of them had been trailing around some small shops.
“Well, there’s nothing interesting anyway. Come on.”
“But there is. In fact, rather nice things, I think.”
She looks away, while he looks more closely.
Then he says: “don’t you like those colourful bottles? I used to have quite a few of those when I was a kid.”
“Oh, that’s fine,” she says. Then she peers at them. “Yes, pretty. Very pretty. You want them?”
“Nope, not now.”
“On would then.”
“So what was your problem?”
“Those dolls…eek!”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
Those dolls are scary 👻 Great story! 👍
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Thanks a lot, Aptivi!
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You’re welcome, Chris! ☺️
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I completely agree. An very unsettling image — but a very good response, Chris.
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Weird isn’t it, those dolls… but thanks for reading my take, Misky.
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I wouldn’t want the dolls either
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Quite so!!
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😱
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She’d be right; it looks like a chamber from a horror movie!! 😯😂
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I understand. Totally. 😱 Thanks Chris.
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i so agree about the dolls!
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there was an old doll in a red dress
my mother was robbed by walter larsen
she got her money back
and i do not recall where the muneca went
and the painting of our lord
sacred heart and clowns
Chris
ginger sling
and that pineapple heart!
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