gypsies, novel, pumpkin head, spooky dolls, stories, truth, voodoo
A withered old Gypsy woman sold me this little pumpkin-headed doll. She claimed it would give me the power to finish my novel and make it the bestest penny dreadful ever. But, she warned, for the doll to activate, I would have to tell the story of how I acquired it in a completely fictional manner.
Great pic! And, um, unreliable narration. *snort*