Weekly Short: The Little Doll’s Quest

She sat motionless, gazing out of the window at the deepening dusk. Excitement coursed through her as she strained her porcelain eyes, scanning the horizon. Her kid had long since fallen asleep. She’d be back before she woke up.

Cracks formed along the delicate doll’s legs as the moon rose yellow and bright. She smiled at the familiar ripple of pain that cascaded down her, as the shell burst and her true self was revealed. Still no bigger than the little girl’s forearm, the doll, now made of flesh, strode over to the sleeping child and kissed her gently.

She had no trouble accepting the pull within her, so as quietly as she could, she opened the window and jumped, a tuft of soft grass breaking her fall. Up and away she ran, toward the rising orb and the dark forest. Tonight she would meet with the others. She would find a way to heal the child.

Notes: While I like the cute visuals this one gives off for me I’m not sure in which direction to take it.