"We live as we dream: alone..."
— Joseph Conrad
There are some people that nobody remember of.
People whom, if they vanish, will never be searched.
The city life would go on as usual, without anybody asks the important question: where are they?
While she walked out the mall, holding the shopping bags, that woman never though that she could be one of them.
Of course, she didn't hear of any of his family for a while, and she hasn't particularly near friends and there wasn't a boyfriend or anything like that in her life, but all of those things didn't let her think of herself as "invisible".
That night, she was happy. She just received her pay packet with which, despite wasn't so much, let her give herself some treats: some sweets she usually couldn't buy, a cigarette pack she was way addicted to.
She was walking slowly down the street, nothing on her mind.
She was just tired for the exhausting day of work at the laundry.
She didn't know, then, that this was her last day. As well as she didn't know that she would never take that bus.
Her spending would be found by a tramp and her bag would join the fish in the depth of an artificial lake.
And she would remain as she was always been: invisible.
Something I have to say to all who want to read this story: I'm not an English speaker, so my language may not be perfect. I'm so sorry for that, but I thought could be interesting if I try to translate a story I already published in an Italian fanfiction site. Also I never been in the USA so in any of the places I mentioned in this story: I simply used Google Maps to find street names and similar...Hope you like my story. Georgette.