Her
glassy eyes drove me mad. In a fit of
rage, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife I could find. She said something in that dull, mechanical
voice of hers but no longer listening, I slapped her down onto the counter. I then raised the knife high in
the air like a human guillotine and smashed it across her neck.
Her
round plastic head jerked back. As it teetered on the edge of the counter she cast me one last glassy-eyed look. Finally her head fell to the ground and rolled across the linoleum floor, unimpeded, until it
came to rest underneath the industrial sink.
I
set the knife aside. When I pushed my fist into her dolly stomach, nothing
happened. I had done it. She was silent at last.
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