My entry for this months writing prompt at: Velvet Verbosity:
In the depths of the night there is a random grey creature, pale-faced and ashen. She sits in her car watching the people come and go. Such normal lives compared to her own life.
Then she looks again and sees the absurdity of each and every soul on the planet. How we conflict with each other. Never knowing or seeing who or what we truly are.
Every time she thought she’d got a grip on it, it had slipped away from her. She knew almost everything about herself but what she was. They hadn’t been able to teach her that.