She came protected in a plastic box, clothes of a princess and perfect hair that
smelled like fresh berries. Her pristine state did not last long, her descend to
discard was rapid - just a matter of days by the hands of a six year-old tomboy.
She emerged from her plastic case in the back seat of the car and was immediately
thrust out the window to experience "turbo speed". The sheer velocity proved to be too
much for her wings, they snapped from her back to fall on the side of Hwy.1, to be picked
by Cal Trans at a later date, I'm sure. Then followed, one or two days later, the loss of her
her left leg while being forced to execute over extended splits. Finally, the next day, she
was unceremoniously decapitated. Her head lay on the floor board of the car next to a
bubble gum wrapper, half a blue crayon and a 1989 penny. I felt sorry for her so I picked
up her head, took it from the car and impaled it on a dead, thorny stalk of the rose bush
outside my front door.
A couple of days later I peered out the family room window to find two seagulls
picking at the wiper blades on my car. I opened the front door to scare them off
but they wouldn't budge. I armed myself with the first thing I could find - the doll head.
I hurled her at them and broke up their party. She landed between the wipers, stuck in
the space where the windshield meets the hood and there she stayed for three weeks,
driving up and down the central coast with me. I bet that girl traveled at least five
hundred miles, she never bailed and didn't complain, the perfect passenger.
Finally, I grew tired of looking at her face and at other times the back of her head,
a mess of purple hair flying everywhere. Pulling into a parking space at work one morning,
I plucked her from her resting place on the hood and wedge her between the "In"
and "Out" pipes of the soft water tank outside the back door of the building.
That was two months ago and she's been there ever since.
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