She was plain – nothing outstanding and yet somehow obviously desired. It was easy to see that in the way he leaned towards her as he spoke; the way their fingers intertwined warmly, like a fire had been made in the hearth of their hearts, in a home built for them both.

And I knew I was more beautiful. Externally only, of course. I felt the twisted, ugly pieces of my soul speak up from its darkness as I pretended not to see them.… Read the rest >>> “Invisible Beauty (flash)”