One pair of trousers, that’s all June required. She repeated it over and over in her mind as she hurried down the high street: “One pair of trousers, one pair of trousers, one pair of trousers”. The mantra fell in time with her footsteps – “one pair” with the left foot, “of trousers” with the right. It looped so quickly, so incessantly, that it became white noise and nonsense and she disremembered altogether why she’d ever walked into town. Trousers? Forget about it. Not with so many other beautiful garments on display to entice and torment her.
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Great story, Ellie! – mannequins and changing rooms both creep me out (for different reasons).
Thanks! It was awful finding a picture for this post – creepy mannequins everywhere!
June probably didn’t need those trousers anyway.