Skip to content Deena’s Diaper Days – Prologue
She was poised, precise. Hair ran down to her waist in glamorous, vintage ringlets. A neutral expression stayed on her face at all times. Her long, delicate fingers cradled the white teacup just so as she raised it to her puckered, shapely lips.
The regulars at the Tea Kettle tried to ignore her as she sat drinking tea, but found their eyes slowly returning to her. She was one of those rare specimens of old-time feminine perfection that set an impossible standard for the rest of the world.
Hardly anyone at the cafe could believe she had just turned twenty, with the antiquated ladylike air she carried. But the barista had just reviewed her college ID, and there was no question about the young woman’s birth date after that. Still, she seemed more Goddess than human as she stared out the front window of the Tea Kettle. The city bustle interested her. She had no interest in being in it, but quite frequently watched from the sidelines.
Outside, shoppers rushed up and down the sidewalk, bags full of kitsch from nearby gift shops. Children tugged at their parents’ arms, begging them for just one more teddy bear at the toy shop. Pigeons hungrily snatched up crumbs underneath the tables of the pub across the street. A group of teenagers in loud clothing passed close to her window, one of them carrying a loud old boombox on one shoulder.
She set down her tea cup. It was empty now. She quietly slipped a folded dollar bill into the tip jar and nodded quietly at the barista. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She placed her sun hat atop her head and walked off, her white high-heels making the softest of taps against the old wooden floor of the Tea Kettle.
The city was much less pleasant for her once she reached the sidewalk. The hot August sun beat down on her despite her hat. The smell of burnt gasoline hung in the air. The noise of rush hour traffic screamed in the distance. Graffiti was already scrawled on the backs of new benches.
She checked her watch. Her bus would not return until another hour. She had more time to kill than she would have liked.
Heads turned as she walked, passersby impressed by her elegant way of moving. She pretended not to see them, secretly convinced that half of them wanted nothing more than to take her home so that they could have a single night of fun with her.
A loud noise jostled her out of her thoughts, and she instinctively gripped her handbag until she realized that the noise was only a group of children crying across the street. She turned her head to see what the fuss was about.
It was a new store, set up in an antique storefront. A large sign above the old carved doorway read “TOYLAND” in brightly colored bubble letters. The window was crammed with all sorts of playthings. She smiled in her discreet way again, amused that something so minor could cause such a loud noise.
Half an hour passed. She had amused herself by walking into novelty stores and mentally rating how useless some of the items were, while also keeping tabs on things she wanted for herself. After discovering a wonderful swan shaped teapot in a quaint store called “Cricket’s”, she began to head back to the bus stop. There was no need for her to shop further. She was confident that she had finally found the best thing in the city today and that anything else wouldn’t quite match up.
A splash of baby pink caused her to pause and turn, and she found herself face to face with the most beautiful baby doll she’d ever seen. Its dress was adorned with a number of frills. Its hair was tied up into two pigtails with long, lacy ribbons. Its plastic lips were parted just slightly, as if it were about to coo, while its blue eyes seemed to look at her with a sort of longing.
She found herself nervously entering a toy store for the first time in a decade.
The End of The Weird Scholarship – Prologue.
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