Karen knew it was an empty collection of wood, glass and nails yet in her mind it was sinister, her thoughts imagining lurid awful things going on at night.
One night, her family asleep she snuck out to see for herself.
Heart racing Karen silently peered through greasy filthy garage glass when the hand of a little girl embraced hers.
At first she flinched then became receptive to the girl’s touch, a trust and longing filled her.
Through the doll house door Karen went carrying no regrets and no past, she followed herself into a world of wonder and delight.
