Dollface

Antoine hated that china doll. Its pedestal dominated the guest room. “Grandma, that thing is possessed and it’s gonna dismember me in my sleep.”

“Don’t insult Tallulah,” Grandma said. “Good night, don’t break anything.”

All night Tallulah stared at him with glassy eyes. “I’m gonna smash your head in,” Antoine threatened. “Seriously.”

Tallulah giggled and winked.

Panicked, he hurled a nearby paperweight at her. CRASH!

THWUMP!

Grandma stormed in. “What was that?”

Antoine lay beside a (fallen?) paperweight, clutching his crotch. Half of Tallulah’s face was shattered, but she stood by her toppled pedestal as though it were a catapult.