Throw me Thursday: Not to be seen

Twitter tenderfoot and local poetess @PrettyInkstain threw in, “@EVictoriaF #throwme ‘trying not to be seen.'” which works well with my favorite alien abductee and former nice lady @crredwards, “@PennyJars Prompts: Interruption. Apathy. Schadenfreude.”

Of course he was trying not to be seen, a shadow behind a curtain doesn’t publish itself. It flutters in obscurity flattening against walls. There will be an excuse should you see him, he’s left something behind, something tantamount to privacy.

If you are twelve and a girl, you’re growing a shape, ripening out, sequestering yourself between adolescent tides bashing along a changing coastline. You’re always something.

When your glasses are off, life can only be interpreted. Nothing sounds right this way.

You shower, soaping, rinsing, waking for school. Today the bus is out, you’ll have a ride. You’ve been babysitting over night, filling in a parental gap that sometimes forms when work schedules don’t connect quite right. Sometimes, you’re paid to sleep. A shadow. You swear you saw a shadow. You freeze. Take stock. Move the curtain.

It was nothing. You locked the door.

You think about school. You’ll be there early. It’s winter and they make you wait outside. You wonder where your sister’s hair dryer is. You hate frozen hair. It’s too late not to wash it, it’s already wet. You use a lot of gel in 1987.

You throw your head back, let the water tease your eyes closed. You could sleep standing right here. Shampoo. Rinse. Somebody watching over the curtain.

“Uh, I forgot my razor,” he says jerking his head down. “I’ll go so you can be alone.”

You say nothing. The water is going cold.

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About E. Victoria Flynn

E. Victoria Flynn is a mother and a writer living in Southern Wisconsin. Published in a variety of venues, Victoria is currently writing the first in a series of three fantasy novels based on Cornish folklore. When not taking part in a shrieking dance party or engrossed in her own little fictions, Victoria is keen on art, the natural world and people unafraid to explore their own brilliance.
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4 Responses to Throw me Thursday: Not to be seen

  1. Lisa says:

    Well done, Victoria! This line in particular took me right back to the awkwardness of adolescence: “If you are twelve and a girl, you’re growing a shape, ripening out, sequestering yourself between adolescent tides bashing along a changing coastline. You’re always something.”

    😀

  2. Very well done! An evocative dig into what I sometimes think must be every woman’s past.

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