An ugly face

It was painted just outside our hostel. Intentionally, I am sure.

Walking out the gate, it stared back at me with a measuring eye. There were two more along the wall of the alley, my path to the main square.

To be honest- and I do try to be honest here- I wouldn’t have noticed had Josh not pointed it out.

“You see that?” He inquired when we passed the third inscription.

“See what?” I responded as I looked up to see the message screaming to be heard.

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