|The Newest Doll Cont
Author: Hikari43837 PM
I had to write this for Spanish! Sorry if it stinks!Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Drama - Words: 476 - Published: 05-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8100221
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AN: I IS BACK!
Okay, so I had to write this for Spanish and I just thought that I would post it on here!
The night the diamond eyes disappeared, the youngest daughter snuck out of the house, deciding to return home. She wanted to get as far away as she could by the time her husband found out. She headed first to her childhood home, searching for her aunt. She found her aunt on the porch.
"Tia, yo necesitan ayuda!" the youngest niece exclaimed.
"Sí, yo sé," the aunt replied tiredly.
The duo sat on the porch the entire night, planning the husband's fall. It was finally decided on a fitting end for the man. That afternoon, while the husband was away from home, the niece entered the house, found the doll, placed her in the chair, then, she carefully fed some prawns in through the doll's mouth. She smiled happily, curtsied to the doll before slipping back through the door.
When her husband returned home that night, he wondered how his wife had stayed so visually youthful. He decided that that night he would solve the mystery. He stayed up later that night until he was sure that his wife was asleep, he reached for her wrist, searching for a pulse, but could not find one. He looked into her face to find the eyes open slightly to show empty sockets and the antennae of the prawns sticking out of them. He jumped back slightly, and the youngest niece chuckled lightly.
"Buenas noches, esposo. Como estás?" she inquired lightly.
"Por qué!" she exclaimed, a smile breaking across her face. "Soy harta de tu!"
"Por qué, sus amigos son aburrido! Nada y nada y nada, todos los días! Impulsares mi loco!"
"Qué mas?" he asked nervously.
"Nada," she replied happily.
She took his hand, leading him to the balcony. He warily stared at her as she laughed. She pushed him off the balcony, watching him plummet to the ground, a constant smile plaguing her face.
The next morning, everyone went on with their daily lives, no one visited the husband's house in search of him. The girl returned home happily skipping as though she had only been out for a few minutes. Her parents welcomed her back with hugs, kisses and smiles. No one asked of her husband.
"Buenos tardes, mi hermana," the eldest daughter said, walking in with an infant in her arms. "Como estás?"
"Bien, gracias! Y tu?" she relied happily, hugging and kissing her sister.
The two talked for the rest of the afternoon. That evening, the old doctor came for a visit, "Donde está tus tía?"
"En la cocina," we replied with smiles.
"Gracias!" he walked away, not mentioning his son. No one ever questioned where he was, almost as though he never existed at all.