5 minute freewrite 2944 prompt silver haired thing

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She sat on the rocks by the inlet with her silver haired thing in her hand. She loved it because the person who gave it to her was no longer with us, but it also held memories she wished to forget. It was called a troll doll, her grandmother was Scandinavian and told her they carry evil within them. At the time she blew it off as an old wives tale, but she now believed it.

Scandinavian Roots: Troll dolls are based on Scandinavian folklore figures that were often mischievous, ugly, and lived in mountains or under bridges, acting as tricksters or even demons.

All through the years the troll moved with her and was always kept on her nightstand on her side of the bed. It was the first thing she saw when she woke for the day and the last thing at night. It always made her smile and get that warm fuzzy feeling that runs through your entire body.

It was to her like the story about the first troll doll.

The legend of the troll doll starts with Danish woodcarver Thomas Dam, who created the first wooden troll in the 1950s for his daughter when he couldn't afford a gift, modeling its "ugly" face after a local butcher as a joke. These "Good Luck Trolls" became a sensation, evolving from carved wood to rubber with sheepskin hair, eventually becoming a massive 1960s fad in the U.S. and inspiring modern versions and films, all rooted in Scandinavian folklore's mischievous, nature-dwelling creatures.

Her Father gave her the troll on her 13th birthday, it had a message on its back that said, I will always be here for you, love Dad.

It was Christmas morning and she had just arrived home, her Dad was helping unload her luggage from the taxi. She sat the troll on the roof while she helped her Dad unload the car. When the trunk was closed the taxi driver left. Seeing the troll at the last minute, her Dad lunged for it, he did not see the car coming from behind.

All she could do now was stare at it, not wanting to forever get rid of it, but she also never wanted to look at it, ever again. Just then a seagul swooped down and took it from her hand. It took the troll to the middle of the inlet and dropped it. As she watched it fall, she could feel the weight being lifted from her, and she knew it was a message from her Dad to forgive herself.
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