The Oldest Little Sister In Rapture
A scene from my fan fiction "Small Lady"
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The girl, if girl she was, sat with her knees pulled up and her head resting across her arms. Behind her an old record player scratched away. The music seemed to sooth the girl, who was starting absently across the room at a homemade doll. In the eyes of anyone else the doll would be grotesque and to some even frightening. Its head was an old baseball, the body bits of rope and random stuffing. One of the arms ended with a corkscrew, the other was just a knotted bit of rope. Tacks and nails studded the baseball, the heads of which had been dabbed with red paint. Patiently wound around each nail was a single piece of continuous wire, making the head look like an unraveling ball of string. The girl stared at it with adoration mixed with longing.
The girl herself was thin, with long brown hair tied into a high ponytail with a white ribbon. Her dress, which at one time might have been of dark blue but was now faded and dirty,