Sometimes Colleen wanted more than her quiet life, tucked away on the edge of reality. The music she loved, songs she sang led her to believe the world was full of love. Her experience of it had been ages ago.
Men looked through her, chasing more exotic women. Men consulted Colleen for advice but seldom noticed her. Deep need never disappeared, but she was not in the proper place or time.
Once or twice, a man engaged her in conversation; most never caught her availability because she failed to flaunt it. Other women beguiled those who missed seeing her vibrance.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
I meant it to be a Drabble; it did not quite work out. I have stories that refuse to conform to one hundred words.
I wrote this in my journal. It shifted a bit, as most things transposed do. I suppose I should chase the story, maybe one day.
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