The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
The Broken Bones of Baby Dolls
by Lydia Prime
Katina slid down the basement wall and cradled her head in her hands. “Again! It’s happening again!” She whimpered and tugged at her hair. Katina slapped herself a few times, trying to regain her composure, and stared daggers at the tiny red haired infant. The non-stop wailing for almost a day was beginning to cause a major migraine for Katina, and to be honest, she didn’t really know what she was doing.
“This is not my baby!” She shouted. “Who are you?!” She continued to scream at the still crying tot. Katina knew the child couldn’t answer, but she didn’t care. She stood up, brushed herself off, and walked over to the baby. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She yelled just before reaching out and snapping the girl’s neck. Silence filled the room and Katina felt like she could finally breathe again. She sighed and picked up the little body. “Good night sweet girl,” she whispered as she walked the baby over to he industrial sized freezer. Katina lifted the lid and placed the freshly deceased child in with all the others. She closed the top and went over to her walk in freezer. She opened the door and there stood a young woman, crystalized with frost, pain frozen on her face, and hair kissed by fire flowing down past her shoulders.
“She lasted longer than the others.” Katina quipped to the clearly no longer living lady. “I trust that you understand what happened, and I’m pleased to tell you she should make a fantastic meal!” Katina giggled and closed the freezer door. She walked through the basement and up the steps, past the sound proof door. She locked it behind her, and slowly scanned the room. Her eyes landed on a rather grimy bassinet. She walked over to it, leaned inside, and immediately began to panic.
“Where’s my daughter?!” She pleaded. The empty bassinet had been collecting dust since Katina’s baby was delivered still born twelve years ago. She inhaled deeply, took the doll that had been sitting inside the bassinet, and left the house in search of her baby girl.
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Marge Simon
More about Lydia Prime:
Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’
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About the Artist, Marge Simon:
A writer-artist since the mid-1980’s, Marge Simon has illustrated numerous poetry collections for Sam’s Dot Publications/Alban Lake; as well as multiple print magazines. She illustrated covers and interiors of every issue of Niteblade (Rhonda Parrish, editor). Currently she illustrates for Lorelei Signal, Carol Hightshoe, editor. Check out her art galleries at www.margesimon.com
Marge is also one of the Ladies of Horror who writes for this challenge.