Imposter
When I sat in my safety seminar for new hires, I was the one woman in a room of fifteen men.
When I sat in my safety seminar for new hires, I was the one woman in a room of fifteen men.
I found that I could barely bring myself to open it. The thought of reading it just felt … wrong
Truth is relative, and there are monsters in the world that confuse what’s real and what’s good.
Behind me, twigs cracked.
The disembodied voice on the end of the line is just doing its job.
You are so much more than a talking point.
It looks like a soft, harmless funnel, but there is no grace for the sea creature that gets too close.
But as we confront others’ disbelief in our monsters, let us remember the existence of demons, too.
It would be simpler if a person’s inherent goodness or inherent badness precipitated into their outward appearance.
We either want a complicated villain or no villain at all.