Micro Fiction: Masked Man from the Pantomime

The same Pantomime plays year after year.

The Masked Man has a pivotal role. He is Somebody. He uses the Spit-O-Meter and Code of Proximity in his experiments.

Boys queue up with hangdog expressions. Girls sashay in shaking their booty.

Invisible restraints fall into place. They live in hope but their lifeblood slowly drains away. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The Girl in Red Stilettos asks,”What’s behind that mask?”

He says, “Let me show you.” He removes the mask. There is another behind it. And yet another.

The Masked Man has no Face. He is not Real. He is Fake. A Nobody.

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100 Words

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