Alexandra’s Vengeance

Photo by: J Hardy Carroll

Alexandra glared into her tablet computer during All Hallows Eve. Deep shadows shifted across her face as her angry grimace menaced the room.

She’d seen enough. They would pay.

With rusty saw squalling in the gloom, she removed the heads of six dolls. She sneaked outside and buried the bodies beneath the Yew tree, with salt and lemon verbena. She returned to her room, muddy feet staining the wood with streaks like blood trails. Carefully, she arranged the heads on a little shelf overlooking the other toys. The rest would know the cost of disobedience.

Later, her mother checked in on the slumbering child. She saw the disembodied heads and shuddered. Downstairs, she called Dr. Baumgarten. He’d warned about this.

Back in Alexandra’s room. The Gloria’s head said “What do we do now?”

“Nothing! She buried my body properly,” simpered Rebecca’s head. “It won’t return.”

“I nearly finished the hack via her tablet,” groaned Marta’s head. “Nuclear war can almost begin!”

“You!” said Gloria, addressing the complete, Gemma doll. “Finish the job.”

“No way!”

“He gave you life!”

“You mean that demon-enchanted teddy bear, Bobo?”

“His name is now, Bulozycamtrix.”

“Whatever. You notice he’s missing a body too.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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2 Responses to Alexandra’s Vengeance

  1. The dolls will get the nuclear war started. They will get someone to finish the job. Good story.

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