I confess that I have been watching a buttload, yes, a buttload of my favourite show lately. Ergo, the theme.
Photo courtesy – John Nixon
Trapped
Word count: 101
Was that him? Her globulous flesh snaked with glee around the inside of the plastic body. It had to be; she sensed it. He had kept his promise; returning to save her from this cursed hell!
Daily, and for years, she had hoped with each male shopper that the time had come. She pushed herself against the right eye and became alarmed to see that he simply loitered in the doorway, indecisive.
Panic turned to terror when The Doctor withdrew. He suffered the effects of aging and failed to hear or see the mannequin leap and fall short of the door.
Spiritual Biscuits 
can’t imagine an old Dr. Who. Must be a disguise. Great one hope she gets set free
Thank you. I had the nagging reminder that the Doctor never ages. Perhaps he’s cursed aswell.
What a terrible feeling to remain trapped after all that time and when freedom was so close!
janet
No one can save her now. I wonder who put her there and why.
Hope he just went back to get his wallet and then came back to get her out of there.
Somehow I think he wouldn’t need a wallet…just his trusty sonic screwdriver.
Ha ha
Nice to read a different take on the prompt. Well done.
Thank you. 🙂
Slither.
Nicely done.
Thank you. I imagine she is quite gelatinous in there.
Oh no, The Doctor is finally feeling the effects of aging?!? Damn.
Loved this interpretation of the prompt. I hope you keep writing Dr. Who stories for Friday Fictioneers. That would be a treat!!
I know…it was a bit far-fetched to have such an aged Doctor but I went for it anyway. 😉
Dear Brit,
I don’t watch Dr. Who, but you certainly captured the terror of a soul trapped. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you. 🙂
Excellent story, I love the sense of desperation in the story and so well told. Well done.
Dear Britlight,
A great take on the prompt. Poltergeists illuminated. Good job.
Aloha,
Doug
AH.. poor manequin..