Flash Fiction: BooHoo doll


When did we become something silly? Big heads and tiny bodies, made out of a ball and some yarn? Really now? Once we were poppets, used by witches to curse people. Then we were voodoo dolls, made to look like a person and take control of them. Now? Now we are cute little things, hanging on key chains or strings attached to book bags. I am so ashamed!

My great uncle ten times removed was used to take down a tyrant and my great great grandma was used to take down a slave owner. Me? Well I get used by a wannabe goth child to make her teacher sick enough to cancel a test. Really? A test! Life is so unfair! I wanted to be used for something great, something important, but no, I get used for a test. What happened to the good old days!