The Tiniest Gestures
Tiny was a woman. I mean, that was her name. Er, what we called her. She lived across the street from us in the, well, tiny house. She was a little older woman--probably in her seventies--and she kept her hair up like little old women in their seventies do (with a weekly visit to the salon).
The thing was... she wasn't so tiny in one way.
Tiny had a hundred or so porcelain dolls. The dolls had their own personal bedroom. The only time I went into the room, I shivered, looking around at all the different type of dolls--one doll was given "fake boobs" to look like Dolly Parton--and left not long after I entered.
After she died, I wondered where all those dolls went.
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