Invisible – A Short Story

He didn’t remember the exact day he became invisible. But he was now invisible. He could scream at the top of his lungs and people may look in his direction, but it did not appear that they looked right at him.

People looked through him.

Day after day the people walked by, not even a look.

Invisible.

Three thousand people passed him today. Maybe a thousand more before dinner. A thousand more after dinner.

Tonight, he would lay down to sleep and remain invisible. Tomorrow he would wake up and remain invisible.

Thousands more would pass and not see him.

“Hey,” a voice said.

The man looked up at another man. The other man saw him and spoke to him.

“Hi,” the invisible man replied.

“When is the last time you’ve eaten?”

The invisible man shrugged.

“Here,” the other man said as he handed the invisible man a sandwich, “let me know if you want another one tomorrow.”

The other man walked away. The invisible man stared down at the sandwich. He ate it as thousands more passed him by.

At least one person could see him.

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