“Therefore if a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she be blind, yet she is not invisible.” Francis Bacon

I started a new story today...It will be about the lives of several women and how they all have the same feelings that no one really cares, even though they all lead very different lives and each of them, observing the others, would think the other women "have it all."

Here is a brief excerpt:

My name is Alicia. I am the Invisible Girl. I don’t mean I’m a superhero. Quite the contrary. It’s more like my absolute lack of anything resembling super-powers makes me nearly impossible to notice. I wander through my days, hidden within my own life.

I am the girl in the office whom people do not see. Sometimes I look down at my own hands and expect them to be a misty representation of the flesh that is actually there and am surprised when my fingers, wiggling in wonderment, are more solid than an apparition.

Last week, another girl in the office spoke to me at a moment when it wasn’t even necessary. Both her words and their content startled me.

She said, in a tone of strange curiosity, “You look pretty today,” as if she wondered that she had even noticed. I wondered as well. Had she seen me for the first time today?

Nothing about my appearance was different, so I replied with, “I’m wearing new mascara.” Perhaps it is comments like this, with absolutely zero interest or enthusiasm, which make me indiscernible to the naked eye.

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