she walked among the stalls of merchandise, galleries of womenswear hanging left and right, high and low
in a forest of clothes, fabrics foliage, a maze of possibilities, alike masks waiting to be worn for a life of their own
it was late, the shoppers had all done their business, packed back to their lives
leaving the department store empty..now just a forgotten depositary of puppets costumes
hung front on one stand, a path among the aisles before the very end lead to a silk crimson red dress
fabric as light as a veil, a shroud, a petal or a cloud, new skin glistening almost incandescent
she tried it on, like a hankerchief picked up handed back to whom it belongs, it fit her like a glove,
a possibility, stained indelible in red
it didnt look new to her at all, since she thought it was already meant as hers, calling “am i not you? young girl”
looking at the price tag, it did not agree..none of it said you will have me,
“any more coming sales..?” she asked a salesman standing closeby “yes, there will be sales miss, we had more also last season” then in a knowing look “come back soon..”
she placed it back front on the rack where it was, leaving it to him and said thanks
As she got out of the shop, crossing her mind the dress might get sold and lost, she went back to try to conceal it among the foliage, as the salesman walked by that aisle on his way out
perplexed it wasnt there, looking for it through the rack, she found it hidden at the end of the stand behind 3 other black ones,
and like the salesman, holding magic almost camouflaged
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