Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

They

They should be my peers; the people who see me eye to eye.
We share the same life anomaly.
There should be a mutual understanding of the struggles that make up every day existence, a sort of fellowship of the damned.
Yet here they are, looking down their collective noses at me.
Am I not pretty?
Are my teeth too crooked?
Do I not talk to the right people?
Do I not dress like you?
They do not snub me for anything I have done because they’ve never spent enough time in my presence to decide if I’m unworthy of theirs.
I am approached.
With a grimace I turn away, hoping she hasn’t noticed me.
I've run across her before.
Her slow speech is undoubtedly indicative of a slow mind.
I don’t have time for this.
There are people I need to meet, people I need to talk to, to advance my cause. Her stringy hair, her dull gaze, her annoyed face as no one else is important as her.
She calls my name and I pretend not to hear her.
Instead I step closer to a group of people, trying to blend in as if I belong.
They look at me with vague curiosity and return to their conversation.
I realize with a hint of surprise that I fit in with these people, far, far better than I thought.
These are my peers.
We do share the same life anomaly, a dependency on superficiality.

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