At one point, she had worried that maybe taking up a disguise would be to obvious, and not hide her identity well enough.
Then, she figured out the trick to it. You didn't really have to look all that much like someone else, you just had to succeed in making believe you were.
Where once charm and a prim and proper attitude had been her weapons, now piercings and ink were her armor.
She had to admit it to herself, though; it was more than just armor. Even on the run, it felt like she had more opportunities to be herself than ever before.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
