A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – At the Observatory

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Like you, the cameraman is trying not to disrupt the flow of life.  He frames a picture, pans away, closes in again.  He finds and tracks you.  His art is in his patience, his freezing fingers. Though you seek to avoid his lens, deflect his focus, he’ll never lose you.

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