Doll Story – Part, well, three, not quite the end.

 

I will apologize here in advance.  What started as a three-part story became four parts.  The reason was length.  I gave you about 800-900 words in each of the first two parts.  The last part became almost 2000 by itself.  I decided to split that one too.  Just letting you know.  Sorry. 🙂
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“He blew me off!”  Janet sizzled as she threw her teddy bear across the room.  She immediately regretted it, but could not leave the bed to retrieve the animal until her tears stopped boiling down her cheeks.  After a bit she sniffed and sighed, going after her beloved bear.  She hugged it, apologizing to the stuffed keepsake.  She felt she should have known it would happen.  The date was made with one of the “bad” boys, Joey.  He had never been arrested or anything like that.  Lord, her father would have flipped then!  No, not arrested, but he had been thought to have stolen several times from various places.  Not proved, mind you, just thought.  She sniffed again, the memory of being asked out still fresh in her mind.  When Joey had asked her to go to eat and then a movie, she was beyond stunned.  She had not even thought he knew who she was.  Now, she realized that it was more of a joke at her expense.  She had hoped this time would be different.  But, no, she was left once again.

She looked in the mirror at the dimples, the long dark hair, and the sad blue eyes.

“Should a known,” was all she could think.

She began to cry again, and then stopped herself.

“I’m going shopping!  That’ll help.”  In her mind, she knew it would not hurt.

Her father did not even look up from his paper when she told her Mom that her date had fallen through and she wanted to go shopping.  Her mother took Janet’s face in her hands, kissed her nose, and told her to be careful and be home early.  Janet walked out with more confidence than she truly had.  She still wanted to cry, but hoped that she would not do that if she were out in public.

Janet wandered into the small town and went into the local diner for a burger and drink.  After that, she stopped in at a couple of the dress stores, talked to the owners, and left.  She had not forgotten about the date, but she did feel much better out in the air and around people.

As she walked the sidewalks in the late afternoon sun, she saw the lights coming from the park where the flea market was set up.  She had forgotten about it with all the thinking about her date.  She picked up her pace and arrived within minutes.

There were, actually, several tents and she entered the first one.  It was mostly tools and furniture, not what she wanted to browse.  The next one contained clothes and books, but they were out of date for her to wear to school and the books were older, not what she liked to read.

“Nothing here about glittering vampires and sexy werewolves,” she thought smiling.  She did see a copy of “Pride and Prejudice” that was both low-priced and in good shape.  She picked it up and leafed through the pages.  “Those were the days,” her heart spoke instead of her head.  “Men treated women like women and showed up when they said they would.”  She knew, deep down, she was treated much better today, but it made her feel better to think ill of the present, especially the males.

The third tent drew her up short.  It was filled with all types of things.  She saw watches and knives, tricycles and box games.  In the far corner she saw the dolls and knew she was where she needed to be to forget it all for a while.  She picked up a longhaired doll dressed like Snow White and stroked its hair.  She noticed the older man in the corner who seemed to be watching her a little closer than she thought necessary.

“He probably thinks I’m a thief,” she mused silently.  She had never stolen anything in her life and probably never would.  She knew she would never be able to keep silent about it.  “I would get caught because I would return it,” she said to herself.  The man seemed to hear her thoughts and turned to focus on a mother and her two young boys who had just walked up.  Janet continued looking at the dolls.

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Okay, again, I apologize.  I just started writing and, well you know how it gets.  Anyway, the story has been finished, so I will post the ending tomorrow.  I liked it and thought that, perhaps, someday, I would truss it up and send it to a publisher.  Being a blog reprint is not quite the same as having sold the story, especially if I rewrite parts of it.

Let me know what you think.  You are my best audience!

Namaste,

Scott

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