The Saddest Part

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.
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"Live?" she thought wryly. She wasn't living. She was barely existing.
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Winner of the Shining Star Awards - short story
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Short story initially written for a contest.
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#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