The Living dream

chapter Six

In the box, this was her second time being shipped off from her Mama. This ride was a lot more comfortable than the last one, Clara wasn't being tossed around in the box anymore she was perfectly fitted into the box stuffed with things to protect her. Clara hoped whatever child got her next was like Emily. Clara missed her little Emily, Emily was very nice, she was Clara's Emily. Clara wondered how Eric was doing, she also missed the blond man he was there for her Emily.

In Hawaii, Eric Moniker was being buried right next to Emily Moniker. Eric couldn't handle the guilt about Emily. It was his fault she wasn't there. Eric wanted to see Emily again. The guilt piled up until it crumbled and Eric couldn't take it anymore. Eric Moniker joined his daughter six weeks after her death.

The doll was still being shipped across sea at this time. Clara was lonely in her box, but she was excited to meet the new child who would love and take care of her. The box was picked up and gently placed in the back of a moving vehicle heading somewhere. The mailman picked the box up gently and walked into the brick built store past the many shelves of toys, collectables, clothes and so much more. Setting the box down at the counter he smiled at the woman working the counter. He waved at the woman as he walked back to his car driving off to deliver the rest of his packages for the day.

Six Days Later

The woman sitting at the counter had her brunette hair pulled back out of her face, showing her darker complexion, her caramel eyes shone as the light from the windows hit them. She took a long drag from her cigarette, pulling the rolled paper from her mouth. She blew out the smoke, sighing as she heard the doorbell ring. She put the cigarette out and she wasn't too happy about it. The happy old man was balding on top. He had a bright smile covering his features as he walked through the store to the counter.

"Hello miss, I'm looking for a doll for my granddaughter . The doll should be pretty suitable for an eight year old please!"

The man was very nice and was trying to be as kind as he could seeing as he wanted his grandbaby to be happy. The brunette gave him a bored look and blew the last bit of smoke out of her mouth. Grabbing the box and handing it to him, she scanned it and replied,

"This came in earlier it's a doll and the return address is on the top if you wish to return send it there not back here, Bye."

The old man was conflicted by the woman's personality and shrugged, smiling , taking the doll and happily walked out of the store, the bell ringing behind him. Clara wondered why she had to sit in the dark for so long. Did the new child finally pick her? Clara was overjoyed to meet the new child hoping that they would be just like her little Emily. The old man continued on the way to his truck, It was orange with a black cargo bed. He opened the door and placed the box in the passenger seat as he buckled himself up and started to drive himself home talking to himself as he drove but he didn't know a little someone was listening.