My shadow speaks!

Have you ever wondered what your shadow would say, if it could only speak? Well, I found out last night.

After my dance class, I decided to do some window shopping along Granville Road in TST on my way to my bus stop. The first place I saw had a few fashionable looking mannequins out front, so I went in.

Feeling the fabric of a black halter top betwen my fingers, I heard a small voice behind me say, “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Um, yea…” I muttered, continuing to touch and feel a few other tops.

I moved onto a silky dress, hmm, smooth…I wonder if it comes in- “It comes in black too,” the little voice pipped, this time even closer.

“Hm…” The moment I touched another sheer polka-dot shirt dress, I heard, “That’s what I’m wearing now.”

Snapping out of my daze, I looked to my right and saw a pair of big black eyes staring up at me. “Shall I get you a new one?”

“Um, can you just let me have a look first?” I asked.

Looking deadbeat and bored, the itsy-bitsy HK salesgirl dressed all in black complied, but continued to follow me within millimetres, to the point where I was tempted to fake a muscle spasm just so I could somehow elbow her out of my personal space.

When I left the store, she stood in the doorway like a pale ghost, her quiet voice fading as she said, “What’s wrong, didn’t you like it…?”

2 thoughts on “My shadow speaks!

  1. Ah ya.. this also happened to me when I shopped in La Foret (is the spell correct?) and I was feeling guilty haha.. Other sales girls I met were not bothersome like her..

    Love your blog.. 🙂

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