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The Forever Child
Small, brittle, cracked and yellowed alabaster wooden hands fingers set stuck together. Beetle black beady eyes placed in a fragile painted face. A mop of filthy hair collected from animals or humans crudely glued onto the scalp. Cheap tempera red for blush and smiles, the mouth pulled into a forced rictus, carved into the face. An artificial body now a porcelain prison for what's within.
A distraught parent making deals with anything or one to bring a child back. Creating a vessel for the soul, finding a way to bind it within, giving anything to be with the young again. Crawling through the gutters to skin critters for veins. Skulking through alleyways to butcher beggars for blood. Crafting the perfect soul jar for the little one.
The final step, giving themselves willingly to buy one back. A soul for a soul. A parents love for a child, strong enough to sacrifice everything to have them. The circle complete, the ritual finished, the being summoned, the deal struck.
Not everything that comes back is right though. So long spent alone in the dark can twist even the most innocent of souls.
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