The mall guard, Stan, made his nightly rounds. Outside in the courtyard, he came to a pause next to the new statue instalment. It was a massive female head with her hands covering her eyes done in white plaster cast.
Stan lifted his cap and scratched his head, I don’t get these new age art pieces, she’s pretty, I guess, but why is she hiding? Maybe, she’s seen something horrible or maybe she’s upset?
Stan let his cap fall back and strolled away. He hummed softly and decided his job was guard the place not be an art critic.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/07/17/19-july-2019/ with thanks).