I work at a park.

Doing it part-time for the summer; cutting the grass, fixing any structures, you know the deal. But recently I’ve taken up a liking for a specific task, one none of my co-workers want to do for some reason.

Cleaning the statues.

Made of bronze, they’ve been in the park forever, they’re pretty old, not to mention there’s a lot of them so maybe that’s the reason why nobody wants to clean them, the job consumes a lot time. I don’t mind it though, so cleaning them has become my most regular work.

They’re very weird looking.

I’ve tried multiple times to find they person who made them, but from what I’ve managed to find out they were a donation. These statues are very strange, most of them are representations of the same angel, I’m not sure which one. At first they look fine, but as I got closer to them I saw there’s something slightly off with them; the eyes, the noses, the hands and even the wings.

I think they can move.

Very, very little but I can tell they’ve changed position, I clean them every day, every crevice of their bodies; the expressions in their faces, the change in them is so slow you almost couldn’t tell, but now I’m starting to see them very clearly.

They are grinning at me.

I thought they always looked that way but the more I clean them, I notice the change in the face muscles, a slight grimace is working its way through they’re faces. I tried taking pictures to show their progress but for some reason the photo is always blurry, like a shadow.

The statues that aren’t statues.

It’s been years, summer is long gone but I have to stay, I need to see them. Most of their faces don’t even look human anymore. They smile fully, they’re heads have grown out of proportion just like their bodies, staring at me with unnatural looking eyes and a huge grimace full of disgusting teeth. The worst part is that NOBODY notices the change, everyone thinks the statues look the same.

They drive me insane.

I cannot tell how much time has passed. Those things are neither angels nor statues, I can’t even describe them, I have nothing to compare them to. A tree maybe*.* I don’t care anymore.

Why won’t they let me leave?

They stare and stare, I can’t move. I feel myself becoming week and motionless. I’m becoming a statue, a part of them, a part of the tree. I cannot move anymore.

Why did nobody notice I’m gone?

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