Over to Dylan for this week’s challenge.
Your line for this week is:
“I don’t care what you do with it, I just want it gone,” Alex said, pointing at the dollhouse.
Pete stood there completely flummoxed.
He’d seen the doll’s house in the flea market and thought it a snip at just twenty quid.
Removal of the front revealed two floors fully kitted out with tiny furniture, pictures and carpets. He was taken in by its charm and thought Alex would love it.
Instead, her eyes filled with tears.
‘I can’t explain. Please Pete. Get rid of it!’ and she rushed upstairs.
Pete sat down heavily and ran his fingers through his hair as her heartbreaking sobs filtered through the ceiling .
An hour later, he brewed tea and took her up a cup.
Alex was sitting on the bed staring into space. She didn’t turn or speak when he sat down beside her.
‘Tell me,’ he said gently.
Nine year old Alex had been staying with her grandparents in the holidays and whilst they were having their afternoon nap, she played with her mother’s dolls house in the front parlour as she always did.
Their neighbour let himself in through the back door, crept up behind her and assaulted her.
Her screams brought her grandfather barreling down the stairs and grabbing the man by the throat, he bodily threw him out into the street.
The exertion was too much for him though as he had collapsed and died in front of her.
No charges were ever brought against the neighbour who moved away shortly afterwards.
Her grandmother died less than a year later, and Alex blamed herself for their deaths.
She had never been close to a doll’s house since and the one Pete had found was almost identical to that she’d played with all those years ago.
Eventually she slept.
Careful not to disturb her, Pete slipped off the bed.
Quietly he went outside and burnt the doll’s house in the garden.