She was standing in a small alley as tears run down her face. The loud noise outside was dull while the whistle tone in her ear grew louder. Her eyes began to get puffy. The marching and shouting began to create a beautiful melody in her head, so much rage. Her hands were shaking as she looked down on them. She was biting her lip, trying to keep her anger inside. She leant back against the cool stone wall, slowly bumming her head into it. Suddenly she felt a pair of eyes on her. A woman stood in front of her, just staring at first, the setting sun behind her made her look ethereal. An angel sent from heaven just for her. Her eyes wandered down and up, she reached for the hand of the woman in the alley. She did not know why she took it. Suddenly she found herself in the march, shouting and marching to the melody. It felt empowering. They were marching for their rights, everywhere she looked she discovered women embracing their rage, holding signs up. As they crossed a flower shop what seemed like the owner joined them. Everybody young and old understood the message. The shouting was one big voice, demanding justice and freedom. She looked around, trying to identify faces without luck, all those people were strangers. The angel noticed her nervous stares so she decided to grab her hand. A smile formed across her lips, she felt safe. She was ready to embrace her rage, she felt no shame in going mad about it. She pulled her hand up, showing the world who she was, that she was important, that she mattered. All those women did just the same, they were in it together.
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Short story | 15 minutes writing challenge
Short StoryI am trying to get better at writing therefore I will be writing a short story every day which will take me about 15 minutes to write. If you want to read it, enjoy :)
