Invisible

She sat and watched them talk back and forth, over and around, but never directly to her. It was infuriating but then, she’d never really felt as if she had all that much to say anyway. So why start now? Sighing, she stood, tired of trying to fit into the conversation and constantly being ignored and trampled over.

Mirah lifted her tray of untouched food and moved to the trash can. Dumping it all in, she sighed again, too distraught to eat but not wanting to waste either. “One day won’t hurt,” she muttered to herself and moved out of the break room and into the office proper. Looking at her watch, she saw she still had forty-five minutes until lunchtime was over and she could go back to her desk. In forty, she could probably get away with going back, but not so soon.

Deciding to get out of the stuffy office, she went down the stairs and out the front of the building into the rain. The rain never bothered her much, so she stepped out into it willingly, even happily. She wore no makeup, so there wasn’t an issue there. And her hair? Well, it was a joke on its best day so there wasn’t any concern there either. Mirah wore it straight and short and liked it that way. Her only concern was for her glasses. Water spots always were trouble.

She stood, allowing the rain to drip down her face, smudge her glasses, plaster her hair to her face. It was cleansing and pure, refreshing from the summer heat. Washing away her desperation, her solitude, and her frustrations.

For the moment.

~*~

And that’s how I picture myself – standing in the rain, smiling, happy, and alone. Invisible.

I am Mirah, and I am the mad secretary. This is my story.