The Dreams of Mint Mannequins

by Ellen Lindquist
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At dusk, once out of human sight, the mint mannequins would lean over and lick each other's arms. Passersby who secreted glimpses of them were fascinated by how each took small bites from the other's soft lips, how they surreptitiously chewed on each other's arms. The shoppers didn't care at all about the privacy of the two inside the great glass cage -- how exposed the mannequins must have felt, displaying their eccentricities to the world.

The mints dreamed of removing their infatuation from the public's lascivious eye. They longed to live active lives seated upon opposite ends of a conveyor belt, producing perfectly printed replicas of themselves, or perhaps mint-scented scarves -- apart from a world that wished to chew the mannequins to refresh themselves.

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