Saturday, 5 July 2014

The Doll

He spotted them from a distance during his morning run one day. The woman looked tall and graceful; her little girl would have been barely six or seven. There was a little baby too in the pushchair. 

It was humid but a sudden breeze soothed his face from nowhere. An acorn whizzed down and he took a longer stride to avoid it. Just in time.

The family of three passed him by. The little girl appeared cheerful and was saying something to her mother. The baby in the pushchair was holding the doll tightly.

As he neared his home, he remembered seeing the pushchair discarded with some bin bags, outside the corner house by the park, the previous day.

The doll the baby held onto had disheveled hair.

(By Vinesh Kumar)