The Living dream

Chapter five

The next day the postman took the box and threw it to the back of his van and continued his normal route. The doll was once again tossed back and forth on the way to its destination this time it wasn't a doll it was shattered so it ripped the bubble wrap and everything protecting it. It got back to the doll makers shop. The little old lady picked up the box in confusion. When she opened it she was absolutely horrified. Her Masterpiece was ruined, it was in absolute shatters and covered in blood. The Doll maker quickly went to work scrubbing the porcelain down, cleaning the inside of the doll. She removed the doll's dress and started to sow the rips in the dress. The black fabric was torn in just about every place possible to be ripped. The little flats' buckles had broken, so the Doll maker got the leather and fixed the shoes. Now the dollmaker started to mend the doll's face, body and arms. She held up the now mended doll and smiled.

"My beauty is back." The old lady hummed

Slipping the black dress back onto the doll, stretching down the ruffles so the dress gained its puffiness back, slipping the dolls tiny pale feet into the flats buckling the shoes. The dollmaker started painting the dolls face back on. Smiling once again as she finished fixing the doll. The woman placed them down and walked away. When she came back the doll was gone, she was frantically looking for the doll, then she heard it.

"Mama?"

The ginger doll was no longer a doll, she was a living human girl she had grown quite a bit when she changed into a human. The old woman was absolutely shook as she stared at the doll she had created. The ginger looked around wondering what was happening.

"W-what's your name dear?" The old woman shakily asked.

The ginger girl smiled thinking about her little Emily.

"Clara, That's what Emily called me." the doll maker nodded still in awe about this.

"Do you want to go anywhere specifically?" The woman held out a map,

Telling the ginger to point at a place. Clara raised her arm and pointed at Canada. The old woman nodded smiling.

"Can you change back into a doll, Darling?"

The doll made a face as she started to shrink back into the beautiful doll she originally was. The doll maker found a box and layered the bottom with bubble wrap and packing peanuts, Carefully placing Clara into the brown box she layered the sides with the bubble wrap and packing peanuts. Writing her address on it in case they need to return the doll. She grabbed the tape and started to tape the flaps shut, the old woman picked up the sharpie again and wrote 'FRAGILE' on the top, bottom and all four sides. Walking to the post office she dropped off the box and went back home to continue making what she made,  knowing exactly what her creation could do.