The second-longest corridor in the VA hospital led to the mental health clinic. For Tom, it had always felt like a walk of shame.
This time he stopped dead in his tracks as he came around the corner. On his right was a long line of black and white photographs of happy, smiling female veterans. Tom read the words embossed on the first picture.
“I am not invisible,” the words read. They all read the same.
Tom stepped back from the wall and looked up and down the hall. There was no one was around.
Tom suddenly felt perfectly invisible.
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