In broad daylight in the dead of winter, a kerosene heater was burning in the kitchen.
There was a doll in the shape of man standing on the sink cabinet.
The doll, which was about the size of a Barbi-doll, wasn't originally part of this house,
but it moved with complete controle just like a person and who knows his way around.
Suddenlly, he stuck his head into the faucet and washed with cold running water without taking his trendch-coat off.
In the next breath, the doll was outside, leaving along the shiny snow-filled road.
(1/02/00)