Edited to add: Argh. I haven’t really been out of my routine that long and yet I forgot to put in any kind of intro! 🙁
Thank you to Rochelle for providing us with Friday Fictioneers. If you’d like to join in, click on the link!
Just Call Me: Invisible (100 words)
I’m invisible, not Ralph Ellison-invisible, but the invisible that occurs when a woman turns 50. Even now, I’m sure you don’t see me sitting in this car outside the bank. At first, I was miffed, but then Connie and I discovered the silver lining.
Connie dives into the back seat. “Go!”
I nonchalantly drive away.
“How much did you get this time?” I ask.
“A few million.”
Visible, I had morals. Invisible, Connie and I are multi-millionaires.
Over mojitos we laugh as a police spokesperson says: “Available video shows no unauthorized person entering the bank vault.”
Invisible even on tape.