Between us, something invisible is happening.
Among my colleagues and superiors, all but a few are now silent in my presence.
From my own place, unmoved, I watch as someone I respect devises a plan to take the long way, mapping a new route around me.
Some curious few want to know my story. They come to me carefully, cloaked in a veil of privacy. And those who know my story won’t speak it aloud.
There’s something undeniable happening between us now.
New changes on the home front too. Loud, indignant, iron-clad changes. Eruptions of anger and insults strewn together in a wreath—hung there and held in place with a stake through the front door.
Me, I’m just as ordinary as I had been before. But that Ordinary is now tinged with an undercurrent of disobedience. And bubbling down below, even deeper still, lies an immeasurable outrage…
Between US 