Hey there SuperForest!
A lot of you may not know this about me, but writing is one of my favorite “hobbies”. I’ve had this piece of a short story (lets call it a ‘vignette’) bouncing around in a notebook for a long while. I mean to someday include it in a short story that would center itself around an old home, in which the inanimate objects begin to reflect more life than the mundane beings that live there. For now, however, this is all I’ve got to share.
And that was how I found them, their perpetual smiles painted upon their porcelain lips as they gazed into each others’ eyes. They seemed strangely content with their carboard storage box. It was evident the only world they cared about belonging to was one that included the other. “Its sick”, I thought, as their gaze remained unbroken, “spending your whole life in a box, content with staring into your husband’s or wife’s eyes.” But they have been lying there in that box far longer than I could ever even speak and the thought of moving the dolls, whose complacent happiness surpassed anything I had ever witnessed in the animate world, seemed inarguably perverse. And so I let them be, as I’m sure many others did before, leaving them content in their world of dust yet more importantly, their world of each other. I am sure of the fact that they remain there to this day, their worlds and porcelain hearts forever devoted to the ideal that transcends humanity: love.
Keep on lovin’,
iman.
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