A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneer.
Who You Looking At?
It’s my job to sit here and sneer at visitors to this place. Been doing it for years I have, scowling at all and sundry. Mind you, things aren’t what they were.
Once upon a time people would look up at me and shiver, children would hide behind their mothers. Nowadays people don’t even bother looking up. Too busy with those mobile phone things.
Even had a child look this way the other day who had the nerve to poke her tongue out at me, little madam. Tried whispering a curse on her but I think I’ve lost the knack.