The Dark Doll: Science Fiction

He could have made her all joy and happiness, a dancer to welcome the spring, a love-doll who loved loving. He didn't. He made her self-aware, and broken, and dark inside but with the longing for light. And he made her know it. She knew where her flaws lay, and her darkness, but unlike a human, she was not allowed to embrace it. And she was not allowed to change it. And so she stayed inside his darkened, silent house, while outside the cry of the chai-wallahs lilted through the air, and the lowing of the cows, and the laughter of street children playing in the alleys. She did not laugh. She did not think she could.


Inspiration: A combination of this (and what's with all the doll photographs that show up on Flickr, anyway?): http://www.flickr.com/photos/loba_rabiosa/6935024235/ and the India picture below.
Story Potential: High, I guess?
Notes: It's an interesting juxtaposition, and I like the idea of bringing in another culture. Also, I wonder if those who believe that everything is reincarnated might not be somewhat kinder to created beings, might not consider them entirely without soul. But anyway--and so her owner dies, and somehow she must find her own way.