Zoo Gazers

Another 22:30, 0°C wind, oily face gleamed in the dim street light. Passed by the 24h underground bar, less smokers at the entrance.

Almost reached the traffic light.  Another shadow approached the walking me to stare at me for a second, keep walking faster, didn't even move my eye balls to look back. The shadow walked away.

My oily face shone like a sun? Am I an animal in those filthy eyes? What the fuck to look at? One step closer, I can guarantee that the blue knife in the bag has no eyes. 


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