Oil (Flash Fiction)

Oil and water.

Water and Oil.

I think we hate each other. Maybe. I don’t know.

Is it the color of my skin? The shade of my hair? The glitter on my eyes? The sound of my sigh?

It’s got to be something. It’s got to be me. I must’ve done something horrible, that’s the only reason you could hate me.

Maybe I’m just ugly, maybe I don’t belong, but I do wish that you could see past it and see that I mean no harm.

I’m just another person, a shadow of a human. I’m just another nobody, just like you.

(c) Sara Harricharan