Masquerade.

Shutters closed down.
The shopkeeper unpinned the garments and stacked them into shelves.
The mannequins stood before him; bare and cold, each face painted with an expression that never changed. Some were fair, some dark. Some short, some tall.
They wore garments of all fabrics, prices and colors.
But their faces stood in stark contrast to what they displayed.
Stagnant.

The shopkeeper pulled his eyes away from the faces and started slowly picking them up, one by one and placing them in the mannequin room, a small dark room behind the last rack of clothes and locked the door. He walked home, tired yet happy from a good day at sales.

Back in the shop, the dark mannequin room was stuffed. Not just with the figures, but with a silence that would be broken at any moment.

And someone flipped the light switch on.

“Well, that was a hard day!” “I know! I can’t move my neck.”
Cracking their knuckles, they all sat down, talking. This was how it had been. Always.
Spending life in stores, they had something in them that mankind, at some point, had failed to see. They observed, silently yet thoroughly.

For them, everything was a sign. The clothes people chose, the colors they picked, the prices. They knew it all for they observed man at his honest best: while making choices.
They saw faces of all kinds. Different shapes, sizes, colors. Like what they wore.
But, to them, what mattered the most was man’s ability of expression. Of change. Something that they were unable to achieve. But every emotion and every flicker of change that happened caught their eyes, the ones which seemed had no life. Cold and blank.
For ages they had wondered how this was done.

“Have you noticed how similar they’ve gotten?” “Yes! I look at them, I see us.” “Sad.”
Conversation progressed.

As time passed, the mannequins saw something people failed to see in each other. At some point, people forgot to express. Their faces became stoic, like the figures. Stagnant.
Every dress was bought mechanically.
But they had seen it all. Dresses being bought with happiness, love and excitement. Parents getting their little child the first pair of soft, frilled cloth. The proud daughter getting clothes for her family.
The mannequins longed and ached to be like humans.
Sadly, that wasn’t the way it happened.
Masks were worn.

Humans heard. They stopped listening. Humans looked. They stopped seeing.

“Here ends everything.” “Stagnation comes to all.” “Let’s hope that won’t be the case.”
The light switch was flipped off.

The next day, the shopkeeper opened the door and got out his mannequins.
The mannequins stood before him; bare and cold, each face painted with an expression that never changed. Some were fair, some dark. Some short, some tall.
Stagnant.
The next day had come.

What if…what if they could see and hear?
The shopkeeper laughed off his ridiculous ideas and pinned up the peach gown.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. lakshmy says:

    That was simply brilliant devu. 🙂

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    1. Lakshmy, thank you. 🙂

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