“I don’t understand,” she thought as she sat in a chair, “how it’s possible. It’s just not fair. We mannequins are surrounded by clothing. It’s all around us. And yet here we are, as naked as the day we were manufactured.”
“I know,” thought the headless silver mannequin standing next to her. “This is mortifying. There are racks of clothing items, and here we are, exposed to the world.”
The other headless mannequin thought, “The humans think we have no feelings, no pride, no shame.”
“Don’t worry,” the seated mannequin thought. “Our time will come soon enough. Then they’ll pay.”
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.