- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
Pretty Mannequins All in a Row
Lifting the lid, she scanned the eggs. All but one looked the same. She chose that one. Cracking it, she thought, "No more girl-gruel for me."
It was time to stoke the vanishing fire in her belly, to vary her intake. She'd had her fill of homogeneity- grits and passivity-pudding.
She observed the others staring blankly (but sweetly), as they sat expressionless, perfectly posed, all in a row, like a carton of eggs (and not the free-range kind).
Their heads were tilted in a submissive-looking slope, as if ready to sooth someone's troubled brow. They appeared as throwbacks,1950s-style. In resistance,
she positioned her razor, shaved off her right eyebrow, and walked out the door. Looking over her shoulder, she scoffed at the sign:
The Stepford Girls' School, Re-Grooming for the Next Generation (Get 'Em Back in Line!)