I blinked. Still there. Wiped my eyes. Still there. Uh... What? Oh, man... Why'd this have to happen on my shift? Simple job, they said. Sit and watch the static, they said. Twenty black tvs, all static. All good. Until now. The face in number 7. Staring. Smiling. I blinked. Static.

Reposted from Septimus Brown

A room filled with identical televisions, all but one tuned to static.

#writingprompt

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