Invisibility Stories

Yelling and screaming flooding my ears. A slap across the face. But it seems like nobody really cares That their son is awake. It's three am but the thief doesn't care. He's out for blood and more. The youthful body lies asleep in bed. The only motion is breathing. Crossing the street on the empty streets. A drag race begins only a few blocks away. Zero to sixty plus by the second stop-light. A child stumbles into the roa...

You wouldn’t pay any attention to her because she was one of the unattractive invisible. But that was exactly her thing. A woman of the common masses. She didn’t party, didn’t go to church, didn’t rock and roll. She wore her coarse dark hair braided and left it unwashed. She balanced thick, clear-rimmed glasses on the pinched bridge of her nose. Across her narrow sloped shoulders she hung a dingy navy-blue nylon jacket th...