The children moving in the corridor bumped into her often, as if she did not exist. Of course, she didn't; she was a nonentity to them. One in a Million. Just a face in a hundred. Just another brick in the wall. She glanced at the people passing her, people she identified by name, people who she had known since she was a kid. But no one knew who she was. And that was the saddest part of all. --------- "Live?" she thought wryly. She wasn't living. She was barely existing. --------- Winner of the Shining Star Awards - short story -------- Short story initially written for a contest. All rights reserved. Copying or using this work anywhere will lead to legal repercussions and/or me reporting your account. --------------- #2 in recluse - 3 July 2020 #2 in 1000 words- 3 July, 2020 #4 in numbness - 3 July 2020 #6 in existence- 3 July 2020 #35 in loneliness - 3 July 2020 #38 in invisible -3 July 2020