Microfiction: Silent Observer

Don’t mind me, I’m just a silent observer.

I’ve nothing to say about what transpires in this city. No words about the charming face it dons during the day, nor about its ugly night-form. If you have a problem with this dichotomy, don’t look at me.

I’m a silent observer…


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #16

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