Random words: umbrella, jackhammer, veil, cornucopia, disheveled, blossom, umlaut, bridge, doll, butterscotch.
I saw the butterscotch colored hair of the doll first. Walking my dog in Central Park, I had just gone under a bridge in the park, and I saw this old-fashioned china faced doll with the most gorgeous hair I’d ever seen. I looked around for its owner, but saw no one. The doll’s dress was disheveled in a long-lost, left to the elements kind of way. At least the bridge had acted like a sort of umbrella for it. Who knew how long it had lain there. I heard a jackhammer nearby as my dog nosed at the doll. The doll wasn’t the only lost item under the bridge; there was a veritable cornucopia of detritus left to be found or ignored: keys, trash, a cigarette lighter, even a kerosene lamp. As I held the doll, I saw its dress was covered in tiny clusters of dots like umlauts forlorn without their vowels. I felt an idea blossom there underneath the bridge. So I straightened the veil on my habit, and headed straight for the doll hospital on Lexington Avenue filled with divine purpose.