She is quite ordinary.
A middle-aged, work-from-home mother of two adult children, married to her college sweetheart, living in a small rancher in small-town America, with a cat and a dog, and more debt than can be paid off in her lifetime.
She spends her days puttering around an empty home, dusting the same bookcase and vacuuming the same strip of carpet over and over. Her only excitement is earning double-digit coupon savings at the local grocery store.
Only lately, she’s been feeling a little peculiar.
Gazing into the mirror each morning, she notices that she has begun to disappear.
Thin spiral notebook 
haha Nice twist. Enjoyed.
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As others have said… that last line… brutal… in a good way… it makes you think. Nicely done! I’m so glad you re-started the challenge. Such a great exercise and connection to the community.
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Oh that last line.
Perhaps I might prefer that old woman that keeps looking back at me from the mirror to fading away.
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Thank you, Renee. Seems I’ve touched a chord with a lot of people. I’m getting accustomed to the old woman in my mirror too, but she looks so much like my mom.
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Wow, what a punch you can pack into 100 words. I would say I commiserate with that fading-away sensation, but that would imply that I ever felt visible to begin with. Your words carry much weight, here.
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