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Looking back she could never tell of the day she became invisible. Perhaps it was a gradual process over the years of being ignored and having her opinions go unheard.
Her own family would make plans without her, barely remembering she existed except when they wanted something done.
Sometimes she would see them enter a room, scrunching their eyes and scanning the room till they found her. They would come over and make desultory conversation till the words tapered off and they wandered away.
As time went by she found the invisibility liberating, enjoying the freedom that came with it.
Perhaps s/he's a ghost?
ReplyDeleteShe feels ignored and unheard. Thanks for your comments Neil.
DeleteYou describe exactly how I feel at times. Now and again being appreciated for the who you are would be nice.
ReplyDeleteJames.
Thanks James you've understood the scenario perfectly.
DeleteThere are times when I wish I could be invisible, but it would be nice to have the choice.
ReplyDeleteWould have helped many times in the past. Thanks for reading Iain.
DeleteThat is so sad, Plaridel. Many women start to feel this the older they get; though in this case, it seems someone young who has been dismissed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dale that was what she felt.
DeleteIt would be good to have an on/off switch now and again!
ReplyDeleteWoukd be of greast use, thanks for reading Keith.
DeleteGreat story. An enjoyable read with a fun end.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bill.
DeleteI like the subtleties in your story and the ambiguity of what's going on. Is she invisible or is she a ghost. I'm guessing it takes a while for some to realize they've passed on. If used as a metaphor, there is a freedom in being invisible. Tom Robbins wrote about a beautiful woman who uglified herself so everyone would stop looking at her.
ReplyDeleteIt is someone who never has had her voice heard and is in some ways "invisible" to others. Thanks for reading and commenting Lisa.
DeleteThis is so true for many. I only hope that they can also find the joy of being alone :)
ReplyDeleteI think she is happy now. Thanks for reading Dahlia.
DeleteSounds very much as if she were invisible already. I wonder why this happens to so many people who never feel accepted even in their own families.
ReplyDeleteWe allow people to fade away. Thanks for reading.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteTouching and sad. It seems sometimes that as we age, we feel invisible. Our opinions and presence no longer matter. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle that's exactly what I was trying to convey.
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