Flash Fiction Friday: Invisible

It’s not easy being unseen.  I know what you’re thinking, having everyone look right through you, it’s got to be great.  You can get away with anything, steal anything, do anything.  Yeah, I know.  But have you actually read The Invisible Man?  It’s not all peaches and cream.

It’s not like I want people to see me.  In fact, I rather like that they don’t.  I’m not sure they’d really like what they’d see if they were able to just take a little glimpse at the real me.  I mean, if I weren’t invisible, I can’t say that I’d ever come out of my basement anyways.  The idea of being seen is just too damned frightening.

But it can get pretty lonely.

Not that I don’t try to meet people.  Every once in a while, I escape my hiding place, come out into the world, and actually make a real effort at talking to someone new, connecting with someone.  But I can’t take off my disguise and let them see the emptiness inside.  Who would want to be with someone as empty as me?  Someone who’s not really even there?

I’ve considered ending it all, obviously, quitting this all-too-pointless life.  Something just seems so terribly depressing about that though.  I mean, not only would no one notice I’m gone, but I’d be nothing more than something to trip over as they’re going through my earthly belongings.

If only I could find someone who had any idea of what it’s like to go through life as nothing more than intelligent air.  Is there a support group for something like that somewhere?  Seems like it’d be hard to find.

There have to be others out there like me, right?  Other invisible people leading invisible lives with their invisible hearts.  I can’t be the only one, can I?

What do they do to get by, to ignore this gnawing feeling of being completely empty?  I mean, look at me, it’s obvious there’s nothing there.

That’s it.  It’s decided.  I have to go find others like me.  I don’t know how, but I know that I can’t go on being empty alone.  I have to find someone to be empty together with, someone who is willing to see me for what I truly am…nothing.

I just hope that nothing is what they want.  Or that I might be able to find some way to be more than nothing.

I’ll try.

I promise.


A little depressing :/  I mean, that’s obviously the idea behind the metaphor…but sheesh.

Alright, have fun out there!



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