A piercing scream broke the monotonous drone of the busy city street. More audible gasps and screams soon followed. Women fainted. Children cried. Grown men quaked in fear. So was the daily life of the man whose face “stayed that way.”
His mother had always scolded him not to make funny faces. He thought she was being ridiculous, but now he regretted ever having doubted.
One day he had to use his hands to contort his face just so. But upon removing his hands, his face never returned. Things were never the same.
If only he had listened to his mother.

