Flasher on the Corners
You turn the corner, and is suddenly flashed with a visage almost stabbing into your eyes. You did no consent to it. but they accosts you anyway. These days they’re bolder, standing on street corners – busy streets lying in wait for the unsuspecting pedestrian.
They flash you, unabashed – seemingly to say,
“hey there, see how big it is”,
or “How smooth”,
or “You know I’m the best”.
You’re driving so can’t really avert your eyes, powerless to escape their visual assaults – so you just endure it and hope that it’ll be over soon.
These days they’re so common, that you just move on to your next encounter with them – no longer shaken by the visual and mental rape they impose on you.