By DMG Byrnes
The doll stood upon the bookshelf; piercing eyes in a cold China face overseeing the room from this royal perch. Light from the streetlamp cast a golden glow over the painted face and a long shadow upon the far wall.
The young girl often watched the shadow as she drifted off to sleep, imagining conversations about distant travels, teas with queens, and adventures of the doll with raven ringlet tresses.
One night, as the girl started to close her eyes, the shadow shifted; it was then she noticed the doll was missing, but the shadow was growing closer …