As she took the train to her town again, she hoped today, she had the courage to get off the train. She was once a darling of her charming little town, an amateur singer who had run ran away to seek more fame. If only her voice had stayed the same.
“They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes”, he answered.
We were newly inducted to this secret society which my great-grandfather had started to track unexplained people and keep detailed records.We gathered intel on these aliens among humans who needed to be handled immediately.
“But that would be extreme,to do now”
“We can meet in this plaza”, he offered.
“The one with the white statue with eyes covered ?”
“Yeah, she sees nothing. We see nothing. The fucking world sees nothing nowadays.”
The cameras see it all, we knew but those could be erased.