“Can I help you?” asked Clem. The elderly man wasn’t blocking anyone, but he’d been standing in the doorway long enough to make Clem uncomfortable.
The man didn’t acknowledge the question as he stared into the antiques store. Clem asked again. “Is everything all right?”
“That dress,” the man finally said. Clem changed the mannequin’s dress at the entrance every few days. “Where’d you get it?”
“I dunno,” Clem replied truthfully. “Some people donate or sell us stuff from an estate. My aunt goes to yard sales. Do you… like it?”
“Used to,” the man said, backing away. “Not anymore.”
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The Diligent Dilettante 
Memories of a sad past have crept up on us here.
How many wedding dresses find that fate? Well conceived. 🙂
That is a sad tale
I think the old man cares more than he would like to admit.
The old man lingering by the door sets a very intriguing opening. I like how the story then unfolds through the dialogue between Clem and the old man, and the ending is very effective. Says so much without spelling it out.
He still asked though he no longer likes it!
Human curiosity!
Here’s my story-
Are You There? – Anita