She was in aisle 6 when I saw her.
Blue eyes, flawless skin, cute scrunched up nose.
The guy placing her on the shelf; unfortunately, also cute.
‘You heard that though... right?’ he asks, eyes locked with the doll’s.
I sigh. Loudly. He’d been screwing around all shift. Crush. Officially. Over.
‘Callum, just-’ I stop short.
We stare in horror as the doll’s nose twitches.
*Achoo*
‘Oh hell no.’ I say. ‘I’ve seen Chucky.’
‘What now? Take the batteries out?’
I grab his arm to stop him... then let go, blushing.
‘Then, could I...’ he hesitates, ‘... take you out instead?’
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Aw, sweet!
Super!!! Loved it!!!