“My independent mind is ready for the puzzling truth.”

Black white and red. All the colours on her.

I stuffed her head with more and more and more. The thick ribbed cotton that holds her head together stretched thin, revealing every bump under her skin. The black form enjoys the company of a bright neutral red with white paisley. To the end of the slender red arms, is an open palm on the left and a fist on the right. Asking questions, questioning questions that’s only a glimpse of a days works.

Her name is Amy.