Writing Prompts Shorts

Stranger

Do you remember them?

Their faces?

Their looks?

What they were doing?

Of course not, no one remembers the people they pass on the streets, the insignificant strangers on the bus. They don't remember who walks in and out their lives in an instance. So why would you?

Let me be honest here, neither did I. I was already too busy to notice them. I was too busy reading a book to notice the beautiful girl on the train, too busy scrolling to social media to notice the old man standing on the bus, too busy with my own problems to notice any of them, and in the rare occasion I would look up and notice one of them I would be too shy to make them notice me. That's how I ended up here, all alone...

Who am I?

You wouldn't know me, I was the stranger on the bus, the one that was only in your life for thirty minutes and then my stop came around and I walked out your life again. Don't take it personal I was that stranger on the bus or on the street for most people. We never talked, we might have nodded to each other out of common curtesy but in the end we were no one to each other.

That's how I used to live my life, not just with you, but with everyone. I didn't make any friends; they were just an annoyance keeping me from what I really wanted... to be alone. As for my family, I wasn't any better with them; I shut them out.

That's how I can say this with certainty, they didn't notice that I walked out. Just like you, they didn't notice.

Day by day, their memory of me faded away, they forgot what my voice sounded like, what I looked like. They forgot everything we experienced together. After a while I was no more than a stranger to them, a faded face on the bus, no one they would remember, and just like the big missing posters they hang of me I faded away completely, forgotten.

A stranger for everyone...

A stranger for ever...