When he had captured the unicorn, he’d thought it would make him rich, that all the world would know his name, but it hadn’t taken long for him to learn the truth.
He had brought it before the television presenters, all those cameras staring, all those faces, and it had flickered like an old television until they could not see it at all.
That had been when he’d understood: secret things can only live in shadows and can only be seen in the corner of your eye.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Fleur Treurniet for providing the prompt photo!