by Abby Gayle
A mannequin's view of a robbery.
He walked around and stuck anything that struck his fancy in. Of course, we were in a clothes store, so it was mostly shirts and jeans. However, I saw a belt and a bag of socks go in, too. Then he looked over at us.
I was standing there with my two best friends. He walked right up to us, but then seemed to realize we represented females, and walked away. I wanted to run, but I wasn't designed for movement. I was forced to watch without being able to do a single thing.
Then, without a thought to paying for what he gathered, the man ran out the door. He hopped into a car and drove off.
The next morning, the manager called the police, who came over. They had no leads, and couldn't figure anything out. Of course, I had seen the whole thing, but I suppose no one thinks to ask the mannequin.
Anyway, if anyone asks, I got the license plate number.