Julythrills day 1 “fun”
“I had a doll when I was really little,” she finally broke the silence, some miles down the road, releasing her story in a quiet monotone, sounding distant. “One of these baby-dolls that’s supposed to be lifelike. You press a button on the hand and it says stuff. You know, like ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m hungry’ or ‘let’s play’.” Jack nodded. He was familiar with creepy talking dolls. “Anyhow, it was fun for a little bit. I’d hold it and it would say ‘I’m hungry’ so I’d pretend to give it a little bottle. It would say ‘let’s play’ so I’d clap it’s little hands together like patty-cake. It would say ‘I love you’ and so I’d give it a nice long cuddle. But it only knew, maybe, five sentences and they’d just repeat over and over again at random. I’d give it the bottle and a second later it would claim to be hungry again. It would just keep repeating its script. It just started to sound so empty. It wasn’t reacting to me at all, or to the real world around it. It was just a machine…. I mean, I knew that, but the illusion was completely gone.”
“But that’s like my Dad. You push a button and some banal encouragement or platitude comes out. Like he’s empty, not reacting to reality. It’s not a big thing, but it starts to hurt after a while, that's all, makes you feel small and pointless. I know it's silly. I love my Dad. I just hate being around him. It wasn't nice growing up here. People always think it must have been like some kind of paradise, like I grew up in a cozy bed and breakfast or something, cuz that's what they think of when they think of the cotswolds. I think that's what my parents thought it would be like when they first came out here.”
“But I grew up on a working farm. It's not a relaxing, quiet life. There's always something to do, something that needs fixing or a problem to solve and the margin for error can be slim and consequences very costly. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the work. I liked working with
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Apologies for this meaty chunk thats not even double-spaced, but Ive always loved this little monologue from Charlie about her childhood and a creepy doll and her complicated relationship with her Dad…