This year he was preparing his costume for the Halloween ball well in advance. He couldn’t let the first prize in the contest slip away from him again. He had won second or third prize for the last five years in a row and wasn’t happy about it.
He’d chosen to go as Marilyn Monroe and had carefully selected each of the pieces that would make the perfect real life effigy of her.
He built the costume around a mannequin that matched his dimensions to be sure the final product fitted to perfection. Proud of his work, he tried it on in front of the mirror. His concept had taken shape just as he’d envisioned it. He only lacked one detail, the most important of all. Luckily, he knew where to find it.
Tonight he would ambush that blonde girl who lived across the street when she came out of the club. He would put to the test her theory that her hair matched Marilyn’s to a tee.