Chapter 8

“Shouldn’t I?”

“I’m invisible. At least, I used to be. Strange.” I look at where Andrew fell. Did he recreate me by dying? It seems so, but I doubt he intended it.

The detective looks at the wedding picture. “You haven’t changed much. Why did you kill him?”

“I didn’t mean to,” I say. “It was an experiment. I was trying to make him see me.”

She gives me a look, half disgusted, half fascinated. “We searched the house. Where were you?”

I smile. “I’ve been here all along. Right beside you.”

“Yeahhhh…” she says, rolling her eyes. “What a nutcase.”

She calls the uniforms. They handcuff me, put me in a squad car. But I’ve learned from Andrew. I bend my head and focus my mind. One by one they will all wink out of existence. It’s easy; if you don’t give control to someone else, you can create your own reality. Invisible or not. (494 words)

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