jaylar
There is a lot to be said for being unseen; unnoticed. Sometimes, it is survival. Sometimes, the mere fact no one thinks of you is why you are still alive.
There are some people, intrinsically weak and meaningless. They get some kind of opportunity, some kind of power and they will kill to keep it.
It might be nothing more than an old car, but to them, it is the pinnacle of obtainment, and they will kill to keep it.
That was the impetus for Shirl.
And because I stayed far out of her visual range, I’m able to write the story.
