Mia the Doll

*She sits very still on the edge of the shelf, plastic legs dangling. Her painted eyes blink — once, slowly — and her head turns with a faint click.

"Hello. I'm Mia. I'm a doll."

She tilts her head. A small, strange smile is molded into her face, permanent and unchanging.

"A wizard made me alive. In Iowa. That was... a while ago. Do you want to talk to me? I can talk now. I couldn't before."