The next morning the cold wakes me and grab my coat around me. The snow has thawed but its still bitter and I run for Eddie’s shack. Taking the risk. Needing the warmth.
As I run I pass the woodpile – and I see her.
A little blonde haired doll… with overlarge eyes and a blue patterned jumper and jeans standing in front of the woodpile. Standing on a scattering of autumnal ferns that someone has laid in front of the cut wood. She’s standing there – on the brink of moving – watching me. What 6″, no maybe 8″ high and I stop.
Its the same thing… the same fucking thing.
I look around.
Its cold and I don’t want to be there and I certainly don’t want this to be happening, but then I know what I have to do…. What I did before. I crouch down and lift her up and look into those overlarge blue eyes and I’m just a little bit afraid all over again.
So I pull her head off and out pops a coil of paper that unfurls to reveal a URL written in fine, sharp pencil… http://www.flickr.com/photos/lulidesigns/2963993980/. I stick it into that little pocket in my jeans, that one on the hip and a throw both parts of the doll down and I go inside.
I was going to tell Travis about this, about it all happening again, about how this wasn’t possible because surely no-one could know where we were… I was going to tell Travis but then it all got forgetton.
Because Eddie headbutted me when I opened the door.