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I see you.
Words that changed her life. Her dull,
ordinary life. Full of the creeping minutia of everyday stuff. Work, commuting,
doing her laundry, grocery shopping, coffee with friends and watching TV. Her
companion-less, single life.
‘You are old enough; you should be
married,’ her mother would nag. ‘I'll be too old to be a grandmother.’
She told her mother that if she kept
inviting what she considered to be nice boys over for dinner then she would
never set foot inside her mother’s house again. What her mother thought were
nice men, she didn't like at all. They were too loud; too abrasive.
She liked her friends. She liked the
occasional man. But she liked being alone more. And the more time she
spent alone, the more she preferred it. She didn't even have a cat or a fish.
She argued that she liked it that way; that she might go away for a weekend or
something, and that to leave a fish or cat alone would be wrong.
Withdrawing from friends meant that
they kind of forgot about her. they would organise a night out and not tell
her; she always said ‘no’ anyway.
She was walking along the street when a
person bumped into her. They didn’t apologise. It was almost as if they didn't
see her.
It happened more frequently until it
was a daily occurrence.
She decided that she had reached a new
level of existence. Her own kind of nirvana. She was invisible.
She revelled in it. She smiled at
nothing. There was a new bounce in her step. Everyday was more interesting and
exciting than the last with her new found gift.
She danced in her house. Threw her arms
above her head and shouted to nothing, “I am invisible!”
And a voice replied, “I see you.”
~~~~
© AM Gray 2014
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