Senior Week Houses Maryland

PorcelainBrokenDoll. Part2

That night he was flipping through his book of the collector, where a simple diary to record matters that, for little or much, he had owned. Near the description noted his love stories, the date of purchase and sale. Suddenly someone knocked on the door, it was a beautiful night, the moon was bathing in the calm waves and the lights were almost all gone. "Madam, what do I owe your visit?" A noblewoman with a beautiful black dress, pale skin and red hair looked serene. It seems my beloved doll, he thought the man. "I apologize for the intrusion, sir, but I would like a good tea and good conversation ..". He was so fascinated by the woman who had just come in, instill in his house there was nothing valuable to steal and it was just a tired old man, the company was well received.
"Where are you from?"
"Do not believe me ever," the lady smiled, sadly. "Please, Mr. Pervins, I'll stay here all night, but I want hear the story of his life. "
At that point the man and knew he could not imagine the death embodied in a figure more sweet and sad at the same time.
He told her everything, he was a child, the period in the Navy, his wife's death and loneliness, locked in the cell's golden Seaview. A quiet life, accompanied by the laughter of children Argentina, finally had nothing more to be desired.
was three o'clock in the morning when the man finished his story, "I want to ask only one thing" "Tell me as well, so you can not tell anyone the answer." It was not acidic, was the pure truth biting. "Can I make a gift to the death?".
She had heard a lot of questions, I think I heard it all: "Where are you taking me?" "I shall see again my dear?" "I greet my son?" Were the more mundane, but man was lonely and so dear that he wanted to somehow thank you so much trouble. "I do not frantindete, you have heard my story with so much solemnity and calm that I would like to make a gift of treasure, but unfortunately I do not have anything rare nor valuable, the only thing I want to tribute is a small thing, rejected by mankind, and maybe you could appreciate it. "Mostratemela, if you please"
The man tried to get up, but did not make it, his legs not responding, was too tired. "Do not worry, I've seen in your mind what you want me, take it in person, you sleep now. is the right time. ".
The man then laid back in his chair, smiled and went out to the beautiful death.
She wore a heavy coat and pulled the hood on his head, disappeared around the corner and found himself in the dusty antiquarian shop just deceased.
took the doll with a light thin and weighed in the hand, an object was fine, but had seen better ones. Many people had tried to bribe with gold and diamonds, but no one had ever thanked her with something like this.
Everything is decadent, except death. Immediately repaired the doll, almost without thinking about why. He felt in tune with the thing, everyone was fascinated, but nobody really wanted.
immediately made her scarred back, did not want to be alone in that eternity of loneliness. The left there, and the heart of petite broke it further. Not even the Dark Lord had accepted.
When the last customer of the store, now destined to be abandoned came out, she knew that the situation was now accepted, as it was, without any fear or hesitation.
moves his little arms up good, put his mask and took a bit of dust from her dress. He felt hundreds of eyes on him, but eight in particular. A spider, for those with thin legs, hung a little farther on, rubbing his legs. He stopped and looked at her, if spiders had expressions certainly was surprised. You will not heeded, those horrible beasts he was fed up with her hair, she was at Versailles, and in many other places, it would not surrender in front of a barrier so fragile. But how would he escape? It was on the top shelf, the highest, even if one day they stormed the shop would not view that ancient and fine would be over a thousand pieces. He had a sinking heart. And then she saw him.