This is one of the KPC writers group prompts from 2010. And here is my take on it, nonfiction:
Someone Who Crossed My Path
I’ve seen the invisible woman. Recently, I spent a few days at my daughter’s house. My husband phoned as I was traveling home, to alert me to an abandoned car in our driveway. It arrived under cover of darkness. The police had come, checked the glove box for registration, and identified the missing person as a 28-year-old female. There was a speeding ticket, and he mentioned a previous record of driving while intoxicated.
As I pondered these things on the drive home, I thought I recognized this young woman. She is someone’s daughter, just a bit younger than my own. The clothing and other items found in the car made it appear as if it serves as temporary housing, a place to go between jobs, a place to stay when she can’t find her way home. She’s lost, and invisible to those going busily about their daily lives. Or thinks she is. She’s searching, seeking, groping in the darkness; hoping that there IS hope. Yes, I’ve seen the invisible woman, through my Father’s eyes; and weep for her.
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