Invisible

He was up before dawn. This was the day. After years of trial and error, he'd succeeded in inventing a paint that would actually make things disappear. Today he would meet with a company representative to discuss mass production, as well as his share of the profits. He loaded several cans onto the back seat of his car, and hit the road for the two-hour drive.

Halfway there, lost in thought, he almost didn't see the dog. A desperate swerve, the ear-splitting screech of tires, and a violent crash followed.

His car was demolished. And his body was never found.