Wall

The game of power was on in full swing. The fly on the wall watched people change masks, indulge in multiple-speak, kill close confidantes and concoct new stories. It enjoyed the anonymity, and felt wise about knowing the ways of the world. It had decided not to cast its vote in the next election.

Of late, it noticed that the wall is crumbling down. It had to find a new place to perch itself. But visibility was blocked, and it couldn’t see the ongoing scenes. A new wall had been built, and named Fake News.

Perhaps, the fly was not as invisible as it assumed it was. Its presence was not liked. The actors had to put up a opaque screen, which showed moving images, but not the real ones.