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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fate / Luck / Serendipity
- Published: 06/23/2015
The Bruja Doll
Born 1981, F, from Hawaii, United States"Hasta manana," Solidad tells Brisa goodbye and closes her door.
Solidad sits in her cold, empty studio house by herself. Her frienemy is no other than Brisa. Brisa left a doll hanging from the ceiling. She was always bringing back trinkets from faraway places. This time she went to Honduras. Brisa brought back an unusual Spanish moss stuffed doll wrapped with abrasive cloth.
"Creepy." Solidad shutters to herself. She is a bit peeved by the strange object. Solidad did not want it, but Brisa insisted in a sketchy sort of way. There was no place to hang it in the apartment other than the loop coming from the ceiling. Solidad is too lazy to do anything about it because it is late and she is not much of a night person. She goes to sleep.
"Burr..." Solidad wakes from the cold.
"Take me back home!" a strange voice wails.
"What the heck is that?" wonders Solidad.
"Take me back or else!" the strange voice wails again.
"Oh my!" Solidad screams. The doll is staring at her. The Spanish moss writhes and coils like long, slender worms.
"Brisa brought you. Let me get her." Solidad finds an excuse to let herself out of the house. She runs down the street. Pounds on Brisa's door. The door opens. Brisa is floating horizontally in the living room with hundreds of the same worms entering and exiting her pores.
“No te preocupada.” A strange voice tells her. She is confused as to where the voice is coming from.
“Brisa!”
“No te preocupada!”
“Why don’t you want me to worry? There are worms coming out of you! Worms!”
“Ay cabrona.” Brisa stops floating and lands on the wood bare floor. “You can never take a joke.”
“Joke? You’re insane! What was that?”
“Some witch doctor gave me that doll. It’s supposed to cleanse me of impurities. The worms push the junk out of my body.”
“You’re nuts. You need to burn that thing.”
“Shhh!” Brisa cried. “You can’t say such things!”
“Why?”
“Because the doll is haunted. You have to be careful what you say around it.”
"Well, take it back. I don’t want the thing.”
“Lo siento, I can’t do anything about it now.” She patted Solidad’s arm.
“Well, I don’t want it.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re going to make it mad if you talk like that.”
“I don’t know why I stay friends with you.” Solidad heads to the door, but Brisa grabs her arm with ice cold fingers.
“Just tell the doll Sana, sana, colita de rana, hecho de un perito para ti y su mama.”
“What’s that going to do?”
“Make things better.” Solidad noticed Brisa’s eyes look away when she said that.
Solidad walked back to her home.
The doll hung perfectly still.
“So, you want to go back home?”
“Por favor.” The doll nodded her spongey head.
“Okay, I guess I am going to Honduras then. I’m sure my work will understand. This is an emergency.”
Solidad found herself on the next flight to Honduras. She felt many eyes look at her when she touched down in capitol city of Tegulcigalpa.
"Why are they staring at me?”
“Who is staring at you?”
“Everyone.” Solidad stopped to point, but no one was staring at the very moment. “Nevermind.”
Solidad walked past the bustling airport. She needed to find a quiet place to gather her thoughts and think of her next plan of action. She rested on a bridge overlooking a flowing stream with women laundering.
“Well, tell me where your home is.”
“My home is with Brisa.”
“What!?!”
“She takes care of me like my mother used to.”
“How?”
“My mother used to rub my belly and tell me sana, sana…”
“Oh yes, Brisa said that. That little witch. No wonder she told me to tell you that.”
“What?”
“Nevermind.”
“What’s the story with you anyway?” Solidad was curious to know more about the doll. The doll had a mother. Did that mean she was once human?
“Ay dios mio!” A dark skinned boy swatted the doll down with a tree branch. The doll fell in the river.
“Oh no!” Solidad knew something bad was going to come of that. “Why did you do that?”
"Esta una bruja!”
True, thought Solidad. The doll was something of a witch.
Solidad flew home solo. The first thing she did when she arrived home was check on Brisa. Her car screeched to a stop in front of Brisa’s house.
“Lo siento, mi hija,” Brisa’s mother wept as she packed Brisa’s things.
“Que te paso?” Solidad was confused and wanted to know why the mother was crying and packing her daughter’s things.
“Brisa esta muerte! Ayer, en el rio!” Brisa’s mom cried. Solidad clutched her chest. She couldn’t believe it, but then she could. Brisa must have died like how she saw the doll. Floating motionless in the river until the water took her down. She edged toward the door. She needed to get a fresh breath of air.
“Esperate, mi hija, Es tuyo?” Brisa’s mother grabbed her arm. “You forgot something.”
“Nooo!” Brisa’s mother placed the coily, abrasive doll in Solidad’s hand. She could feel a worm wriggle on her palm. Its teeth pierced her palm, tunneling a way in.
The Bruja Doll(Kanani)
"Hasta manana," Solidad tells Brisa goodbye and closes her door.
Solidad sits in her cold, empty studio house by herself. Her frienemy is no other than Brisa. Brisa left a doll hanging from the ceiling. She was always bringing back trinkets from faraway places. This time she went to Honduras. Brisa brought back an unusual Spanish moss stuffed doll wrapped with abrasive cloth.
"Creepy." Solidad shutters to herself. She is a bit peeved by the strange object. Solidad did not want it, but Brisa insisted in a sketchy sort of way. There was no place to hang it in the apartment other than the loop coming from the ceiling. Solidad is too lazy to do anything about it because it is late and she is not much of a night person. She goes to sleep.
"Burr..." Solidad wakes from the cold.
"Take me back home!" a strange voice wails.
"What the heck is that?" wonders Solidad.
"Take me back or else!" the strange voice wails again.
"Oh my!" Solidad screams. The doll is staring at her. The Spanish moss writhes and coils like long, slender worms.
"Brisa brought you. Let me get her." Solidad finds an excuse to let herself out of the house. She runs down the street. Pounds on Brisa's door. The door opens. Brisa is floating horizontally in the living room with hundreds of the same worms entering and exiting her pores.
“No te preocupada.” A strange voice tells her. She is confused as to where the voice is coming from.
“Brisa!”
“No te preocupada!”
“Why don’t you want me to worry? There are worms coming out of you! Worms!”
“Ay cabrona.” Brisa stops floating and lands on the wood bare floor. “You can never take a joke.”
“Joke? You’re insane! What was that?”
“Some witch doctor gave me that doll. It’s supposed to cleanse me of impurities. The worms push the junk out of my body.”
“You’re nuts. You need to burn that thing.”
“Shhh!” Brisa cried. “You can’t say such things!”
“Why?”
“Because the doll is haunted. You have to be careful what you say around it.”
"Well, take it back. I don’t want the thing.”
“Lo siento, I can’t do anything about it now.” She patted Solidad’s arm.
“Well, I don’t want it.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re going to make it mad if you talk like that.”
“I don’t know why I stay friends with you.” Solidad heads to the door, but Brisa grabs her arm with ice cold fingers.
“Just tell the doll Sana, sana, colita de rana, hecho de un perito para ti y su mama.”
“What’s that going to do?”
“Make things better.” Solidad noticed Brisa’s eyes look away when she said that.
Solidad walked back to her home.
The doll hung perfectly still.
“So, you want to go back home?”
“Por favor.” The doll nodded her spongey head.
“Okay, I guess I am going to Honduras then. I’m sure my work will understand. This is an emergency.”
Solidad found herself on the next flight to Honduras. She felt many eyes look at her when she touched down in capitol city of Tegulcigalpa.
"Why are they staring at me?”
“Who is staring at you?”
“Everyone.” Solidad stopped to point, but no one was staring at the very moment. “Nevermind.”
Solidad walked past the bustling airport. She needed to find a quiet place to gather her thoughts and think of her next plan of action. She rested on a bridge overlooking a flowing stream with women laundering.
“Well, tell me where your home is.”
“My home is with Brisa.”
“What!?!”
“She takes care of me like my mother used to.”
“How?”
“My mother used to rub my belly and tell me sana, sana…”
“Oh yes, Brisa said that. That little witch. No wonder she told me to tell you that.”
“What?”
“Nevermind.”
“What’s the story with you anyway?” Solidad was curious to know more about the doll. The doll had a mother. Did that mean she was once human?
“Ay dios mio!” A dark skinned boy swatted the doll down with a tree branch. The doll fell in the river.
“Oh no!” Solidad knew something bad was going to come of that. “Why did you do that?”
"Esta una bruja!”
True, thought Solidad. The doll was something of a witch.
Solidad flew home solo. The first thing she did when she arrived home was check on Brisa. Her car screeched to a stop in front of Brisa’s house.
“Lo siento, mi hija,” Brisa’s mother wept as she packed Brisa’s things.
“Que te paso?” Solidad was confused and wanted to know why the mother was crying and packing her daughter’s things.
“Brisa esta muerte! Ayer, en el rio!” Brisa’s mom cried. Solidad clutched her chest. She couldn’t believe it, but then she could. Brisa must have died like how she saw the doll. Floating motionless in the river until the water took her down. She edged toward the door. She needed to get a fresh breath of air.
“Esperate, mi hija, Es tuyo?” Brisa’s mother grabbed her arm. “You forgot something.”
“Nooo!” Brisa’s mother placed the coily, abrasive doll in Solidad’s hand. She could feel a worm wriggle on her palm. Its teeth pierced her palm, tunneling a way in.
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