The doll's ball

The Doll’s Ball

 

She danced and danced as half the crowd laughed.

She called and shouted as half the crowd frowned.

She could care more they said but she just laughed.

No one had gotten to her.

Her friends were dancing and jesting and fighting along with her. They were all drunk with the excitement of the night and had not stopped for hours.

Silence cuddled the fussy strumpets and picked at the prissy ladies.

The Widow jested and shook the soft- tongued and the softer hearted before standing back and laughing.

They all had a great time.

That was until the minister came.

Upon spying the disruption, for many were unhappy with the seriousness of the party, he frown and fritted before coming to the immediate conclusion that he must call on the king.

He sent his fastest massager and fritted and waited for the King to come.

The widow, who had spied the minister, saw this and went upon him; and she covered him in her shadow until he was no more.

When the king came there was no one.

There were guests no more.

The party was done.

The King turned away from the abandoned ball.

He was frustrated and did not look about him as he cursed.

He looked up.

There stood the doll.