She could hear her mother’s voice from the grave, ‘Is it worth it?’
The world tilts out of kilter. Sun sears her eyeballs. Cool tarmac against her face. Shards of broken green glass. A dent in a red metal bin.
Memories of the night before. Anger and hatred. Standing firm. Too slow to run. Her cut lip and bloated cheek throb.
Would those boys be proud?
She picks herself up. She will not be silenced.
It is worth fighting for her country. For her rights. For her beliefs.
Tonight she will be at the front of the protest line.
Her mother would be proud.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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