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…
But I Smile Anyway... 