
In response to Sacha Black’s prompt.
It was meant to be my dream holiday. I had been saving for so long, and finally, I got off the plane.
Mattel Island. It was a little-known island in the cluster of Hawaiian islands. Perfect, I thought. An unspoiled place for me to truly relax.
I hailed a cab outside the airport and one soon stopped. The driver was a handsome young man, with a fixed smile on his face. “Where to, Miss?”
I gave him the name of the hotel and we drove off.
Looking out of the window I saw some of the locals going about their business.
There sure were some attractive folk out there, on this island!
Reaching the hotel, I paid the driver, who I had named Ken, after the infamous doll.
The reception was quiet, and I strolled over to the desk. As the receptionist looked up, brushing her blonde hair from her face, I was struck by how perfect she looked, almost like Barbie.
Then it hit me. Pretty much everyone I had seen seemed to have that plastic perfection look about them…
It was like landing on an Island of dolls!
Then she remembered the name of the island.
Mattel Island…










