“And now you are real.” Pushing back the tendril of hair from my forehead I surveyed my handiwork. I had never taken this inordinate amount of time on a project before.Now it was finished I could hardly contain myself.
My buyer who had commissioned the work was stunned when he viewed the final product. A true to life “Donald Duck” voodoo doll. Now all he had to do each night before he went to bed was to stick pins in the vital organ areas and he would be rid of the horrendous nightmares of Donald Duck that had plagued him since he was a child. After all ,you can’t really be killed by a ghost can you?