Trinket showed no signs of humor or emotion at the declaration of the "funny" act. She just studied the man in silence, considering his words. He liked it ask questions, or so it seemed. So did she.
Questions were always more interesting.
"Why do you want to know if I'm alone?" she asked.
She set the doll on the table, next to the pile of mangled silverware. It remained sitting upright, despite its rag-like body having no means of supporting the weight of its porcelain head. Even in this new position, the doll's head was turned towards the stranger, its dark eyes staring at him, as if it, too, were waiting for the answer to the question.
Questions were always more interesting.
"Why do you want to know if I'm alone?" she asked.
She set the doll on the table, next to the pile of mangled silverware. It remained sitting upright, despite its rag-like body having no means of supporting the weight of its porcelain head. Even in this new position, the doll's head was turned towards the stranger, its dark eyes staring at him, as if it, too, were waiting for the answer to the question.
