Marcie and Bud

Another microfiction inspired by a photo of mine...

The Barron twins, Marcie and Bud, had always worried about the doll their dad had once brought home from Japan. “For you!” he’d said, beaming and proud of himself, and set the thing up on a high bookshelf in the hall.

Then came the day when they heard the squawk of their cockatoo, Orson; they ran into the study where Orson’s big cage stood open.

Feathers were everywhere. And there sat the fat doll on the corner of their father’s desk, grinning…

No one ever again saw Marcie and Bud.