Flash Fiction by Elina Kumra.
We wanted to off Janine Wong's doll like a burnt offering but just couldn't settle on a suitable deity to please. The doll, Mindy, was blessed with synthetic hair and a face as impossibly smooth as a newborn's pinky finger. We didn't want the little freak to have nipples, so we scraped them off using coins, much like our superstitious aunties who obsessively attacked those elusive scratch-off lottery prizes. Always a loss, but we were free from the weight of numbers under our chests, thankfully.
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