The man had not noticed her on account of her being plain Jane. This was a relatively recent addition to her arsenal. A power that muted Clara’s beauty and distinctive physical attributes. While invaluable for traversing crowds unnoticed, it also meant being invisible, even if she wanted to get noticed. I’m sure my light jacket, flannel shirt, and jeans aren’t helping matters…
Still, being so casually dismissed had torn a chunk of right out of her ego. His heart rate never even changed…
As a human, Clara had been a bit of a billboard. With those steel-grey eyes, elfin features, and straight brown hair, people took notice of her. God had been generous, she had the body of a dancer, but with a larger bust. I had the dexterity of a dancer, but my girls could lead to severe neck strain.
During the Roaring Twenties, men were drawn to her, and she loved how they viewed courtship as they would a battle. In the end, Clara always won out. Sometimes the encounter would leave them scarred, but all that mattered to her was the thrill of victory. A shame they come broken out of the box these days…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pexels.
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