“We are like seashells upon the beach, beautiful and unique – each with a story of it’s own to tell. ”
What kind of seashell am I? What story could I tell? I don’t think I’m beautiful or unique. I’m best described as average and awkward. I’m invisible when it comes to the opposite sex. Boys hardly notice me. Whenever I’m with my friend, Becky, they speak to her but don’t acknowledge me. It hurts, of course. I want to be noticed too.
Greg’s approaching. My heart flutters…then my shoulders slump as he walks right past me–the invisible seashell.
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This was written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more details, visit Here. To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.
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Notes to Women 
Dear Adele,
Such a heartbreaking story that’s true for many. Not everyone’s a beauty queen. As the old Yiddish saying goes, “Every pot finds its lid.” Hopefully she will, too. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Yes, not everyone is a beauty queen. I like the old Yiddish saying. I hope she finds what she’s looking for and that she will have an inspiring story to tell.
Shalom,
Adele
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But everyone is a beauty queen to that special someone…
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You’re right, Dale.
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Dale’s right, there will be that one who finds her beautiful (beauty’s in the eye of the beholder). She just needs to wait. A lovely, though sad, story. Everyone desires to be seen.
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Yes, there will be that special guy who will see her beauty and you’re right, she just needs to wait. And yes, everyone desires to be seen.
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Someone will find the beauty that is more than skin deep. It is the only beauty that transcends time. Nicely written.
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Thanks, Jo :). One day, she will meet the guy who will see her and appreciate her. And you’re right. The guys are drawn to her friend because of her outward beauty. Inner beauty is by far better of the two and more lasting.
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I can identify. Seems like I almost always had a best friend for whom I was the shadow. Not that they did it on purpose, but they just always had that special something that left me standing there feeling invisible. Great story.
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I think a lot of us can identify. Thank you 🙂
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