Her angelic face was the first thing that I saw. Her eyes were innocent. Her beauty stole across my heart. I wanted her. I wanted to bring her home. I wanted to wake up in the morning and look at her because seeing her would be all that I needed, but I never asked where she came from. I never wondered, but the little, red dots on her porcelain skin gave me pause. And when I did not look at her, I knew that she was looking at me, but she was just a doll. I kept saying that to myself. She was just a doll, but then the news came pouring in with horrific tales of murder and mysterious disappearances involving little girls. If there were any survivors, they all said the same thing, "It wasn't me. It was the porcelain doll." I wanted her gone after that, but I never got the chance for she was playing me the whole time. And the last thing that I saw was her face. (Porcelain (Amazon/Amazon Kindle); The Broken Dolls (Amazon Kindle); The Children's Dinner (Sirens Call Publications: The Sirens Call February 2018 Issue #37)
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About the Author
Melissa R. Mendelson is a Horror and Science-Fiction Author published by Sirens Call Publications and Dark Helix Press. Her short stories have been featured on Tall Tale TV, and she also has short stories available on Amazon Kindle.