The Unnoticeables

by Robert Brockway

I couldn’t believe I still had to work today. Your whole world can fall apart on you—everything you know can be called into question while some sick inhuman thing steals part of your soul—and when you wake up the next morning, your boss will still yell at you for not smiling at the customers.

“Cunt muppet,” he added, halfheartedly.

It was like fist-fighting a fogbank.

a quick jab in the old blurry area and he let go.