Rag Doll

Sheila said, “You bore me, Michael.” Then she tossed powder into his face and chanted.

Michael regained consciousness in excruciating pain. His right arm was torn from its socket as Sheila swung his limp body at her side.

“What’s happening?”

He realized he was covered with cloth; his skin gone and he had shrunk. He screamed, but no sound came from the red stitching. Michael passed out.

He awoke in a deep ravine surrounded by rag dolls that looked exactly like him. Vultures circled overhead, then dropped from the sky and began clawing at his button eyes and corduroy skin.