Invisible One | A 100 Word Story

#291 Creatures of the Night

Last night my feet disappeared. So I went to the one person I trusted to tell me the truth about what was happening to me; my mother. Then she took off her socks and rolled up her pants. She started disappearing when she was my age and her mother explained the burden of women.

We eventually disappear and go to the ‘watching place.’ It’s a sacrifice. It’s an honor. I don’t remember a funeral for my grandmother. And now I know why. She was watching. I could feel her now, squeezing my hand.

Soon my mother would be watching too.