The Living dream

Chapter Thirteen

 Falling asleep the doll maker and fell asleep thinking two very different things.

One was thinking I can't wait until she comes home and the other was hoping to be treated nice.

Once the sun rose at the crack of dawn, the man picked up the box and placed it in his van and started to drive away into the darkness. Putting the box on the next type of transportation, Clara was making her way to Australia. Rattling around in the box, she was less packed in then last time. The box was safely planted on the ship and Clara was finally making her way to Australia. The ship rocked back and forth sliding across the floor. Water leaking into the ship just a little, but enough to slightly dampen Claras box.

The box was sent to the post office and handed to the mailman the next morning with the rest of the letters and packages for the day. Driving to the toy store the mailman gave the box to the man at the counter and walked out jumping back into the van and drove down the road away from the store. Taking a knife and opening the box, he placed the doll on one of the toy shelves and sat down waiting for more people to enter and buy things.

Three weeks later

A man with tanish skin was leaning back in a chair staring at the ceiling waiting for a customer because it was a relatively slow day and he was tired of the racist customers who constantly came in on his shifts and commented on his asain descent saying something about going back to his own country was one of the most used in the store today. He heard the bell ring springing up to the counter and fixed his mullet of dark brown hair as it had messed up when he had his head leaning off of the chair. His brown eyes scanned the shop to see where the person was as all of a sudden two men stopped in front of the counter scaring the man.

"Oh we're sorry sir we didn't mean to scare you." The man on the left quickly apologized.

The one on the right laughed. The man on the left was Caucasian, he had brown eyes,his hair was also dyed green and he had thin lips. He had a slight tan still fairly pale, his nails were painted and he was holding the other man's hand. Now the other man was clearly Asain, he was rather femine looking but quite handsome he had hazel eyes and a fair complexion. He had a tattoo on his neck of a thorn wall that was slightly covered by his straight brown hair that stopped at the middle of his neck.

"We were wondering if you had any dolls? Our daughter has had an interest lately." The tattooed man asked with his rather deep voice. The counter man nearly choked on his saliva and was beet red having a gay panic over this man but collected him self and kindly smiled at the men.

"Yes follow me please," he squeaked out, his voice being two octaves higher than normal. He heard the other men chuckle. He tucked his white tank top into his jean shorts again and took his rainbow handkerchief and wiped his sweaty hands walking out from behind the counter and told the other men to follow him. The two men behind him were whispering about something but he just shrugged it wasn't his business. Clara was listening to what was going on hoping this was the day someone would take her home to her new owner. She was lonely sitting on this little shelf none of the other toys were alive and she didn't want to scare the humans, so she talked and thought to herself still lonely. She saw three men walking towards her aisle and noticed that their faces were red. Mama had told her peoples faces do that when they like someone. Clara didn't quite understand that but she knew that it meant they had a connection of sorts if feelings were returned. Humans were really weird.

"Here you go sirs, if you need any help I'll be at the counter!" He smiled and turned to walk away but he was stopped by the deep voice asking.

"What's your name?"