Sometimes automatic doors don’t open for her. If she’s at the end of a line, people step directly in front of her as if she’s not even there. Her coworkers treat her like a breeze when she passes them in the hall.
Once during an icebreaker, the group was asked what superpower they would most want. She picked teleportation because she was never happy where she was. The majority of the group said invisibility. She hadn’t realized she was a superhero.
She’s used to people forgetting her face. Her name. Her. Occasionally she’ll wonder if she’ll simply disappear one day. Feels like the proverbial fallen tree in the woods.
That’s not what she’s afraid of, though. She fears one day she’ll look up, and be seen.
K.C. Selby is a fiction writer living in the Midwest with her husband and too many houseplants. Her short fiction has appeared in Killer Nashville Magazine, Blink-Ink, Flash Point Science Fiction, several anthologies, and more. She can be found at www.kcselbywriter.com.
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