Saturday's Storyteller: Nameless

Nameless
by Belinda Roddie

I don't have a name by choice. None truly fit me. Not even Nemo feels appropriate. Don't call me anything. Don't address me. I am not here. I'm at a bar, drinking tequila, and pretending the world isn't on fire.

This week's prompt was provided by a video call with friends.



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