Chapter 11
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Examine the Barbie Doll
You take a closer look at the doll, and a memory arises, unbidden -
You're seven years old, a little girl. You're in someone's backyard, maybe a friend's, sitting in the grass and playing dress up with one of your Barbie dolls. The sun is shining hot on your back, making your head hot.
You look up, back at the house, and you see someone's mother leaning out the window, shaking dust from a tablecloth.
The memory fades.
What's next?
