Tonic

“I never told him about you.  Why would I do that?  You are nothing to me and never were.  You harassed me and made my life miserable.” 
I listened to the woman on the phone argue with whoever it was on the other end.  I wondered if I should try to intervene and help, but what could I really do for her?  I always wondered why people chose to have conversations like this in public.  Did she not understand everyone around her could hear everything she said? 

“Stop calling me.  Leave me alone.  Or I will call the police.”  If there was a way to slam down a cell phone to hang it up, that is what this woman would have done. 

“Can I help you with anything?  Can I call someone for you?”  I tried not to speak too loudly or lean to close to the woman, but she still managed to jump straight out of her chair.  She looked around wildly and I wondered when her eyes would stop on me.  But after a few seconds (or was it thirty?), she quickly grabbed her purse and shuffled away. 

I sighed as I crawled back to my home.  I just hoped the tonic would wear off soon so I could return to human form. The tonic had been a huge mistake, I knew that now. Being invisible was not all it was cracked up to be, but maybe I could finally have some fun. Starting with Jonathan.