Digging deep into the archives of Jac Forsyth’s blog The Perilous Reading Society I found this beautiful little story.
Some of them had fallen into the radioactive vats, some had been pushed and some, like Finn, had been born into them.
No one had ever really counted how many there were. By their nature it was hard to tell them apart, and one became another all too easily. But everyone knew that they were there, and everyone knew what they were.
And it wasn’t like they could turn transparent or anything. They just had this knack of becoming part of the backdrop. Finn once said it was more like natural camouflage than anything else. Sure, they bore the toxic aftermath on their flesh, but it was in the minds of the Noticeable People that the real magic happened. A dark enchantment seemed to possess them, and it erased the Invisible from the picture book of their thoughts quicker than changing channels on a TV.
His hair was dark, like…
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