Scene Setting 1
Scene Setting 1
Scene Setting 1
Thousands of snowflakes were fluttering to the ground all around her. The little girl, who was wearing a
blue woolly hat, skipped happily through the snow-dusted street. Pulling her warm, pink jacket tighter
around her, she shivered in the cold air. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an unusual window: a shop
she had never noticed before. The window seemed to gape open like a mouth, ready to devour. Still,
something drew her towards it. The strange window was misted with snow so she stepped closer to see what
was inside.
Even stranger, inside the window was a small doll, dressed in a blue woolly hat, a padded pink coat and
thick brown mittens, just like hers. She could just see tendrils of blonde hair peeking out from beneath the
doll’s miniature blue hat. Just like hers. Alma’s eyes widened in amazement as she stared, transfixed by the
doll’s clear, blue eyes which were just like her own.
Something was drawing her closer; she felt compelled to get a closer look. When she looked up, the doll
had vanished. She was sure it had been right in front of her, standing on a table inside the window. It was
gone.
Without recognising the doll’s warning, Alma looked up for the doll which resembled her. On the top shelf,
she spotted it – staring down at her. Again she felt that desperate urge to touch the doll. Climbing on the
sofa, she struggled to reach the doll. Fingertips outstretched, it was too far. Meanwhile, on the floor, the little
black and white doll continued its bid for freedom; it crashed against the closed door over and over again.
Above Alma, the doll – which seemed to appear smug - beckoned her. Once more she reached upwards with
every effort she could muster. Her out-stretched fingertips crept closer to the doll – finally! She touched the
face. Without warning, a blur of visions whizzed through her mind. Something had changed.
Looking around the still-empty shop, something was different. Her vision seemed different. Everything had
changed. No! With a sinking feel in her stomach, she realised she was now seeing through the round, glass
eyes of the doll. She felt sick. She could barely comprehend what had just happened. Gobsmacked, she
wondered how this could’ve happened.
In front of the window, another doll appeared. This doll – which was wearing a beautiful red coat – gazed
out towards the blackboard marked with Alma’s name. Waiting.