Doris and Mona is a segment brought to you by Alex and her friend Allison and accessories and props from the store they work at. These are the displays they make, and these are their stories.
It was barely dusk and already the fog had fallen. The grounds of Madam Sharpleweather's Home for Wayward Ladies, the rehab facility in which poor Doris had been so unceremoniously placed, so bright and cloying in the gaudy light of day, felt as if the lost souls long rumoured to haunt the forest were walking alongside our two heroines. Over her left shoulder, Mona could sense the hanging tree, a tree which they had spent many a godawful picnic under, a tree which Doris had suggested would be absolutely perfect for a tire swing (to which they had both rolled their eyes). Not now, though, the hanging tree cast in the moonlight and the mist rose up like a gruesome beacon to the ghouls of the eve. A branch snapped behind our ladies, in fright and without thinking, Doris whispered, "Momo..." To which Mona responded icily, with slit eyes, "get yourself together". Just like that Doris wasn't scared anymore. After all, they were going to a masquerade.
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