A Flaw in the Glass

I’m a scratch on the lens.

While the rest of the world matures on the screen, grows better and prouder and up with the years…

I remain.

Static.

Unchanging.

A flaw in the glass.

Rub, rub, rub!

But you can’t rub me away.

You must look past me and forget.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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