They think I can’t see them for what they are. Just because other people pass them by without a thought. Or if they do look, they complain about “spending tax dollars” on public art or wonder if “it” means “something.” Then they just keep walking. But nobody says, “Hey these weren’t here yesterday.” I don’t know why nobody else remembers that. But I do. They’re watching us. I don’t know what they are but now I’m watching them. I can wait too and I’ll .…
Tommy! What are ya gawping at? Come on! I’m hungry! Mom is gonna leave us!

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
Thanks for the inspiration to Rochelle and Friday Fictioners!

