Introduction: LITTLE GIRL SORROW
She lies curled in a foetal ball, clutching a broken doll. An action type
doll, army warrior doll, female by its gloss lips, anime blue eyes, black
shiny hair, plastic moulded breasts. Similar to Wonderwoman, but not...
She is playing with the doll, which is incomplete, dismembered parts lie
The little girl whispers to the doll in a singsong voice, chanting its
name over and over again...
"Lisa Lisa Lisa Lise Lies..."
The doll, its head lolling to one side on a plastic pink torso, its hair
falling in loose folds to the girls pinkish blue wrist speaks suddenly; the
gloss strawberry lips struggling to form the words, a marionette's voice.
"What is your name little one?"
The girl sits up suddenly clutching the broken doll and squeezes it, so
hard that the head starts warping.
Eyes bright she replies "Sorrow!" and starts to chant that now, her voice
sweet as buttery toast as she releases the doll, the pressure changing, her
hand slightly stroking the dolls expanding face.
The doll tries again, asking little girl Sorrow another question...
"Why are you so sad little one?' - jilted, stifled words, the sentence
forced but meaningful.
Little girl Sorrow whispers her answer into the plastic conch ear, uttering
words and hissing sounds.
The doll's expression is a serious one now. Sad, distressed for the
little girl, amazement at the child's capacity for bouncing
Little girl Sorrow sees the dolls face through her tears, a wobbly shaky
face through a watery haze. It is her turn now.
"Why so sad, little Lisa-doll?", mimicking the puppet voice.
The doll, the polymer shell with a voice, cannot answer this child because
she does not know.
She winks instead.
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