Pull the strings

He drove the last of his words straight through her heart, never wavering on the depth of her pain. Not stopping until the stream of life ceased to flow, and the only thing left was his ability to bring her to life. Each night before the show, he tangled the doll’s lines that he kept in the corner of his soul. None the wiser that when he pulled strings and made the rags dance in the wind, their claps were not for the life of the soul trapped inside of the marionette, but for the puppeteer that brought her to life.

A.J. Luna

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