Years of covert surveillance in the field had taught Janx sometimes the best concealment was to be found in plain sight. A quiet, unassuming man in conservative dress would draw notice simply by appearing too innocent to actually be innocent. But…travel as a somewhat-eccentric looking woman accompanied by, of all things to find on a train, a large floor lamp and the sheer peculiarity of it all would force others to overlook her. In his experience amongst the primitives, such a person would be just too…weird…to devote too much attention to for fear of drawing notice in return. The humans were, if nothing else, delightfully predictable.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: oblivious. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 28th such and previous installments may be found here.