"Your up Miss Looney"
The stage assistant informs me.
I smile and say thank you.
I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself for the onslaught I know will follow.
"Introducing the lovely Miss Looney"
I walk towards the light as I hear my name and I smile. Something I have perfected over the past out of necessity.
After my interview I go home to an empty house and I drown in my loneliness.
No one ever ask for my name as they all know who I am and it is so hard to find people who like me for me and so I continue to dwell on the fact that even though everyone knows who I an and where I live there is no true friend or family that sticks to me so I am left with this huge vacuum I can not fill.
Is she invisible?

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INVISIBLE
Short StoryShort stories describing invisibility and the power of ambition.