A broken box in a dilapidated alley.

Junk?

That’s what they want you to think.

In this busy city with its busy people who are always rushing to get to God-knows-where, they know that you won’t pause long enough to wonder how it suddenly got here. Or why?

They know that you will probably never notice the quixotic man slink towards the broken box and reach for it with nimble fingers.

That you will never look long enough to see him duck into the box and disappear with a flash of light.

They have it all planned out.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

Written for the Friday Fictioneers of 2 Oct 2020

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