Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25360281-20150111072646

"Hey baby girl..."

His daughter stares at him, smiling shyly as he runs his fingers through her hair.

"I got a promotion today...I'll be able to get you that dress you wanted...from the mart, remember?"

She nods excitedly, but does not speak, her eyes transfixed upon her father.

"Why won't you speak to me?...you use to all the time..." His voice cracks as his eyes lose their color, dulling to a foggy blue.

She looks shyly at the ground, staring at her newly polished Mary Jane shoes.

"Please talk to me..."

She solomnly shakes her head.

"I miss you, baby girl..."

He places his head in her hands and begins to weep, as the porcelain doll stares at him with lifeless eyes. And then, just barely a whisper, she speaks.

"I'm sorry Daddy...I'm spending time with Mommy..."

He looks up as tears etch a path down his cheeks.

"Daddy...what's a still born? Mommy always talks about it...Daddy, I don't understand!"

The sob catches in his throat.

"Daddy why won't you talk to me?"

He slowly picks up the doll.

"Daddy, what're you doing?"

"You aren't real baby girl..."

"Daddy, I'm right here..."

The Porcelain shatters so beautifully against the wall, and the wall and the floor stain black.  