By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
He came looking for me, but I didn’t know. He wanted a new girl to add to his snow globe collection. Someone who looked just a little different than the rest of his thin, ballerina-type girls. Oh, he had lots of globes filled with an array of beauties but none like me. A few blondes, a redhead, he even had one with hair as black a coal.
I was outside playing in the falling snow, minding my own business, and finding joy in the way the pure falling flakes melted on my tongue. I never would consider being snatched from my front yard on that brisk December day, but that’s exactly what happened.
Snowglobe Girl Just For Him
I smiled when he walked toward me; I’m a friendly girl. One who sees the good in everyone. He smiled back and then scooped me up by grabbing me around my middle. I screamed out, but he shoved a rag over my face and nose. “Hush now, little girl. It will all be over soon.”
My brain filled with fear and worry, but it began to fade as a new concern filled the forefront of my mind. I was shrinking! My entire body tingled, and as I looked at my flailing limbs, they were getting smaller and smaller. Whatever was on the rag was turning me into a Thumbelina-sized version of myself. “There now, see.” He chuckled like Santa Clause, “Isn’t that better?”
He pulled open the side panel of a white van and stepped inside instead of two rows of seats, a small work desk, and a milk crate for him to sit on. He placed me on the wooden surface of the desk, and I tried to run. Who knew where I would go, but I had to try. I plucked myself up by the back of my shirt and stripped myself of my little clothing.
Snow Globe Collection
Next, he slipped me inside of a big round globe. Just a bit smaller than a fish tank. I tumbled down into the bowl with white and pink glitter like confetti, acting like a snowy pillow to my fall, then looked up as he screwed on the base. When he carefully tilted the snow globe right side up, I slid down the glass edge while the glitter snowed down over me. “Now, I can keep you forever.” He said softly as he placed me on a shelf next to all of the other trapped little girls—his own snow globe collection.
Krysta 844-332-2639, Ext. 410