Company Men (Light up, Light up)

[tanaise]

Compared to my mother, I am tiny. Oh, I suppose my birth mother was probably pretty small too, but my real mother is tall and thin and everything I ever wanted to be when I grew up. She is dark and sleek looking--smooth straight hair, tanned skin, long fingers. My father is tall too, but not so dark. I am small and round and so pale that I practically glow.

Okay. Practically is misleading. I glow. Given the right circumstances, though, it has nothing to do with my paleness, and everything to do with my parents, I glow. I glow when I''m happy or sad, excited or turned on. Any sort of over emotion, and I light up like a light bulb.

When I was little, we moved all the time. I don't know when they must have known what I was, but as far back as I can remember, I was always moving. First with my birth parents, and then with my mom and dad. I thought it was a coincidence with my mom and dad for a long time, until I started noticing that we moved the week after I'd have a fight at work, or a kiss behind the bleachers, or take first place in a spelling bee. One time, people will think it's just their eyes playing tricks. People don't glow, after all. But after the next time, they'll be expecting it. They'll have figured out who do glow.

Comments

[tikimama.livejournal.com]

Any sort of over emotion

Overt?

[tanaise.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I suspect this is what happens when I decide to write stories too late at night. thank heavens for revisions, I always say.

(okay, technically I don't think I've ever said that before. Usually it's the opposite.)