- envy doll gondola
The curve of her cheek reminded Sarah of a doll, plump and perfect. Even from high above, as she leaned against the stonewall of the bridge, Sarah could clearly see the dusting of freckles and the press of a dimple when the doll laughed. Her laugh chimed like bells along the canal; the surly gondola driver had even cracked a smile. All eyes were on her, and Sarah wanted to be her, even though she knew nothing about her, not even her name.
There was a young man in front of the doll-like beauty, and even Sarah knew his interest far outweighed the woman’s. He didn’t seem to mind. With each long pull of the gondola paddle, the world revolved around the woman, and her plump and perfect cheeks.
Sarah pushed away from the stonewall of the bridge, just enough to brace her palms on the top of it and hoist herself over its edge. Into the air, it was like time suspended for a moment as Sarah hovered over the gondola. Then there was a thunk as her body hit wood and a series of splashes. The doll wasn’t perfect anymore.