Olaf stared down at the two dolls in his hands. He'd found them, here in the park in St. Louis. He'd come to see Anita. Something inside of him had told him to go. But, she'd been out of town, and spying on her home had done nothing to ease that funny feeling inside of him. So, he'd gone looking for possible victims. He had found nothing but the dolls.There were two. Both plastic, both staring, plastic eyes fixed on the sky. He had picked them up, brushed them off and looked at them. One reminded him of Anita. The Barbie doll, as they were called, had black hair and brown eyes, like Anita. This doll, however was wearing a tight black skirt and a white teeshirt. The male doll had blue pants and a purple vest.
Olaf strolled over to a nearby bench, sitting down and setting the dolls in his lap. Whoever had left them was long gone at three in the morning. Everyone had left the park, gone home to rest in their beds. Olaf picked up the female doll, inspecting it, fingers smoothing over the poofy hair, looking into the brown eyes. He glanced at the skirt, frozen for a few seconds. Slowly, he slid the skirt up, glancing beneath it. The doll was not wearing underwear.
He shoved the skirt down, suddenly embarrassed.Then he frowned. It was just a doll. It was not as if it had feelings. But if it did, would it have feelings like Anita? It looked like her. Olaf stood the doll up on his knee, staring at it. What would Anita say?
"Oh Olaf…" His voice was high and thick as he spoke for the doll. "You looked under my skirt!" He froze. How would Anita handle that? What would she do? He picked up the male, standing it up in front of the female.
"Yes Anita, I did." Olaf spoke for the male doll, finding his voice deeper than normal.
"Oh how sexy!" His voice went high again, dancing the Anita doll closer, bringing one stiff plastic arm up. "I want you!" He stopped. No, Anita would never openly admit it.
"You want me." The male doll said. Olaf nodded. Yes. That was better.
"Oh Olaf! Take me! Let's hunt together!" Olaf grinned. Yes, they would hunt together. He moved the male doll closer, trying to clasp the arm around the female doll. It wouldn't bend correctly and Olaf frowned. He could bend his arm, why couldn't the doll? He tried again, trying to maneuver the male doll's arm around the female's shoulders.
The arm snapped off.
Olaf stared, stunned at the tiny arm in his hand. His arm never would have broken off so easily. This doll was no representation of him. He picked up the female doll.
As he looked it over, he frowned. This was no representation of Anita, either. It had no guns, no knives. It was simply smiling and happy. Anita never smiled. He frowned and set the dolls down next to him, leaving them together, the broken arm by their feet. Olaf got up and headed toward his car. Playtime was over.