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This week’s Creative Writing Ink has made my brain created this short story.
This story came out while looking at the picture and listening to Radiohead🙂
Max stood still with a thunderstruck face in front of a big display window. He looked like he had seen a ghost. He walked closer to the window. His eyes were looking straight at the mannequin behind the big window glass. It was the mannequin with the light green dress. He rubbed his eyes trying to figure out whether his eyes were playing tricks on him. He touched the glass as though he could actually touch the mannequin. He really wanted to touch the mannequin, he wanted to be sure that it was just a mannequin NOT a real person.
Not the real person he used to know and love.
The mannequin was a splitting image of his twin sister, Alice. Alice disappeared two years ago. The police couldn’t find her anywhere. Their parents had paid a private detective to find her and yet no good news ever reached their ears. They had given up hope in finding her.
But now…Max could have sworn to God that mannequin standing cold in front of his eyes was Alice. It had the same baby blue eyes as Alice used to have. That pair of eyes were now looking terribly sad and lonely.
Could it be Alice, thought Max, but it was just a mannequin for God’s sake.
He couldn’t make his eyes shifted from the mannequin. He just stood there as still as the mannequin he was looking at. People who happened to pass through his standing point were looking at him in peculiar way. Max didn’t even notice those people. All his senses were focusing on the mannequin, hoping he could catch a small blink from its eyes.
A couple passed by, they looked at Max curiously but Max didn’t even noticed them. An old lady looked at him and worried about him, she asked whether Max was alright but Max didn’t hear her and the old woman finally left him alone. Max didn’t even noticed that he had stood there for nearly 2 hours when he finally saw the eyes were staring back at him. They stared right into his eyes, his blue eyes and its blue eyes had suddenly become one. At that moment, Max saw that the mannequin shed a tiny pair of tears. They made a sad path along its face.
“Alice?” Whispered Max. “You’re Alice, right?”
“How could it be? Answer me, Alice! Please answer me!” begged Max.
The mannequin can only answer him with tears that would soon dry up.
Looking forward to get a feedback from everyone who read this story.