Last night, she had a dream of being invisible. She could see people in her dream, but they were not aware she was there with them. She was invisible like a bubble of air. She heard what they would not have said in her earshot. She saw what she was not supposed to see. The privilege of being invisible enriched her knowledge about her disloyal acquaintances.
Wed. photo prompt week 35 2018. FlashFictionForThePracticalPractitioner.
