I recently received a wonderful gift: a thin journal filled with the most randomly outrageous and mundane prompts, all in the hopes to get the writer inside of me to write. I will do my best to fill this book. I'll keep this short and sweet. Now let's go!
Prompt: Department store dummies have come alive! What happens next?
Dear Abigail,
I am writing you from the children's dressing room at Macy's. There isn't much time. I want to take this time to let you know that I've loved you. From the moment I wake up and I put on my make-up, I say a little prayer for you. Dammit, sorry. That song suddenly came on over the speakers.
By the time you've received this letter (if you receive it), I may be long gone. They probably want me first. From that time I placed one guy's hand on the other's butt. Or the time I managed to switch my clothes with one of them and walked out the store with a new outfit. There was also that time during Christmas when I managed to recreate a nativity scene. Abigail. Thank you for that. For dressing up like Mother Mary.
They are coming for me. Don't be afraid when they come after you. Never be afraid, Abigail.
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