The Living dream

Chapter Twelve

The mailman grabbed the package from the back of the truck and chucked in at the doorstep banging on the door and running back to his truck driving away. The graying old lady pulled open her door with a sigh and crouching down with a little struggle finally grabbing the brown box labeled back to her in her own writing. A smile spread across her face as she realized exactly what this was. She hurried closing the door with the hunch in her back really not helping her walk faster to the table, she struggled to get to the table fast enough.

The doll maker grabbed a carving knife and started to cut open the tape and opened up the box. She gasped at the sight of Clara, she was horribly disfigured missing so many of her main features and beauty. Her dress was falling apart, her entire body was destroyed and she was dripping water onto the packing peanuts and bubble wrap. The old woman took the doll out of the box and started getting to work as fast as possible. Picking up the Fabric scissors and started away at the dress. Sewing together fabric for the dress to connect the pieces making the lovely dress once again. Picking up the square leather chunk laying on the table, placing down the fabric scissors she picked up the box cutter.

The old lady cut out a rectangular shape and started to sow it into the new shoe, making the little buckle holes along with the silverish metal as a buckle piece. Slipping the dolls delicate feet into the shoes she started to get on with the repairs of the doll itself. Grabbing the synthetic fiery ginger hair to start fixing the damage to the dolls scalp. She started to stuff the hair into the doll's delicate head and put the curls into its elegant bun. Leaving the three loose curls out of the bun. Grabbing a chunk of porcelain she started to fix the cracks covering the doll's left cheek and then started on fixing her shattered eye.

Putting on the last stroke of paint on the Claras face, she smiled joyfully as she put the brush down smiling. The woman put the doll on the ground and backed up smiling. Slowly the doll grew and grew, Porcelain turning into skin and fake hair turning into real locks of hair. Clara was human once more. The ginger woman laughed airly well spinning in circles obviously liking being whole once more. The black dress flared out like the dress it was based off of from the fifties and sixties. The petite woman smiled looking at the hunched over old lady.

"Hello Mama!" The honey coated high voice breathed out.

The old woman smiled at the creation she could consider a daughter. Even though she was made of porcelain,she was her only family.

"Hello Clara, where would you like to go this time." The rusty voice hummed. Wrinkly hands picked up a map for the Ginger beauty to pick from. The ginger hummer and raised an arm pointing a pale fleshy finger at the continent of Australia. Smiling, she rolled up the map and ushered the woman towards the table with her hands and waved her hand happily knowing her masterpiece was going to be quite alright. Sighing sadly as the ginger woman shrunk back down into a ginger porcelain doll. Picking up the doll, she put the doll into the secure bubble wrapped bottom to insure Clara's safety on the way to her new owner and location.

The poor doll maker just hopes that this owner will be nice to her precious Clara and this one doesn't end like the other two. Taping the top of the box shut and picking up a marker. She started writing down the address of her shop and the address of the store in Australia. Walking to the wooden door and putting the package on the porch and left it for the post man in the morning.