Being naked in a crowded park on a hot Sunday afternoon, especially in the body of a woman, is something that would, to most parkgoers, seem bizarre. Luckily for Dr. Elvira Blake, full time invisible person, no one could see that she was naked. After an accident in her lab earlier that year, Dr. Elvira Blake had been learning to cope with the disability of invisibility, and, to everyone�s surprise, had done so quite well. She did not go to great lengths to hide her invisibleness, the irony of the statement was simply too unendurable. She was, as it were, a woman whose body could not be seen, and there shouldn�t be anything wrong with that.

So far, other than a few digestive issues, Elvira had not actually sustained any real agony at the hands of her disability. In fact, nakedness had become a freeing state: a way to hide from people she didn�t want to talk to, a way to appear absent and still get work done, and a way to enjoy a summer day apart from leering eyes. She was now free to practice bizarre yoga moves (although it was difficult to see whether or not she was accomplishing the feats) and to practice the myriad of tasks she had been embarrassingly bad at without sustaining the judgment on onlookers. She was, as she put it, "clothed in the social senses and naked in the joys of freedom". Even when she did help people see her, clothed in spectacles, dowdy blouses and sensible shoes, she was no longer looked at a person for her face, but simply what she chose to wear.

Someone sat down on the bench next to her. She got up and moved away.

The park was lovely in the morning light. Streams of light fell upon the packed dirt, dirt that crunched and crackled under feet, paws and bicycle tires. She looked up at a sea of bikers passing by and waved faintly. They did not wave back. She laughed a little at herself. The people around her seemed a bit disturbed by her disembodied voice, but how could she blame them. They did not expect to not see the only invisible professor in town as they went down the bicycle path. Elvira stepped forward, her unshod feet joining the masses and they passed to and fro.

Suddenly, she felt a rough hand on her shoulder. She crouched a bit, a jolt of terror running through her heart. She saw no hand on her shoulder, no visible person behind her at all, but she heard a voice next to her ear say, �I can see you.�

Wow nice finish.

Have you considered the problems with invisibility? How can you see? What if you get cold? (You'd get cold a lot because you can't absorb radiation from sources of heat.) Navigating a crowded room would be abysmal. (Especially if you're blind.)
» middaymoon on 2014-06-27 02:04:08

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