Short Stories to Entertain

I thought about it as I climbed the stairs to the smart guy’s office. In fact, I’d thought about it a lot during the last ten years and one word always came to mind: invisibility. There was no doubt about it, I was invisible . A word with the literal meaning - unable to be seen and that was me for sure because no one noticed me even though I was there all the time. I was there every single minute of every single day I was supposed to be there and without a break; I was never sick. Anyway, that’s what I told the man when he asked, that I felt invisible.        The last time I’d seen him was ten years before when I sat in front of his desk staring at his tailored black suit, crisp white shirt and silk pink tie knotted in the Windsor style. Slicked back dark hair. He’d seen me then for sure. I knew because he’d looked at me and flashed some teeth that maybe he thought was a smile but I suspected was more to do with stamping authority. That was after he ha...

“Come on, let’s go,” she said standing up unconcerned her low-cut top was undone to her navel, blue silky bra with white flesh hanging out. Her warm, soft hand small in his great big mitt, the slight squeeze encouraging, the sudden determined tug betraying an overpowering need. Kissing, proper kissing. They had been kissing and fondling in the dark corner behind the door. Chaos all around. Hectic. The noise. The thumping base- up beat . The toxic smell of enjoyment.