You are a surplus woman, someone says to Ms. Nobody.
She is a surplus woman, another says.
I am a surplus woman? Ms. Nobody says to herself.
I am a surplus woman… She repeated, as she finds one door is closed behind her, then another.
And She finds herself sandwiched between a huge creature’s shadow and her own. She is upset, then angry, then sad, really sad… And then…up she lifts her legs and away she runs, or escapes, or…Or so she thinks…
(Notes: A surplus woman is one who is unmarriable because she is “too old” and often “over-educated” and “over-skilled” in a man’s eyes.)