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…?”