Alma electronics essay

The doll sped out the door and into the empty street, almost as if it was making an escape. Alma looked back to where the doll was expecting to see it there waiting for here but no, it was gone. She scanned the outer shelves of the walls seeing every type of doll as she looked.

Engraved on the wall was an array of many names, carved with a stone or chalk these names were those of other children like Alma. Alma’s first thought was to pick up the nearest stone so she could do as others had before her.

After admiring what she had added to the wall she began to continue walking, just at that moment something caught her eye. It was a doll in the shop window of what appeared to be an old toy shop which had once thrived but was now deprived of a decent upkeep. On taking a closer look Alma noticed the doll had a coat just like hers.

Alma then noticed the doll which interested her had moved. It was now perched on a table in the centre of the room. Tottering carefully towards it Alma tripped on a doll of a young boy on a tricycle, upon contact with it the wheels began spinning. Alma stood it up and immediately it headed towards the door, like it had a mind of its own.