Following on from last week’s writing prompt, this week’s picture is of a Japanese Nodding Doll I bought in Nikko when I visited there a few years ago. See what you think and please leave a short piece of work in the comments.
Anyway, here’s my short piece inspired by the picture.
THE NODDING DOLL
How angry Lisa was.
“We’re home, Honey,” shouted Dad. “You miss us?”
“No,” said Lisa.
“Come and get a kiss,” Dad said. “Come and see what we’ve got for you.”
Lisa walked into the room. Dad’s new wife was sitting on the sofa, just were Mum used to sit.
“Look.” She held up a Japanese wooden doll. It was more like a skittle than a doll, with big wooden head that waggled back and forth. “What do you think?”
“Answer your mother,” said Dad.
“She’s not my mother,” said Lisa. And that sparked it all off. Dad started shouting. His new wife smiled at Lisa, and somehow that just made it worse.
“Leave her,” she said. “She’ll come round in time. Won’t you, darling.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Go to your room,” said Dad. He always took her side.
In her room, Lisa set the doll on her night stand. “I should throw you away,” she said. But as she spoke, the wooded doll wagged its head from side to side.
“You’re on her side.” But again the doll’s head shook: No.
Lisa hesitated. “Why should I keep you? You can’t help me.” Now the dolls head bobbed back and forth. Yes.
“You can? Now?” The wooden doll’s head stared at Lisa with unseeing painted eyes.
“This is stupid, I should throw you away.” Again doll’s head shook: No.
Lisa lay back on her bed. She would leave the doll for now.
“She’s not my mother.” The doll nodded in agreement.
Why did her own mother need to die? Every time she thought of it, she wanted to cry.
“It should be her that’s dead.”
The nodding doll agreed.
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