The Wonders [Short Stories]

Dreams

She dipped her pen into the ink, pressed it onto the paper, and kept writing.

Being so far away, it's not what I thought it would be. Many men, and some women, try to tell me my dreams aren't worth it, that I should give up. They tell me that since I am a woman, I am less significant than a man- which they believe will decrease my confidence and determination- but they are wrong.

She sighed, having had to redip her pen in the ink during that short paragraph. She laid it on the desk carefully, making sure the pen didn't disturb anything on it. She closed her eyes, folding her hands on her lap, and taking in a deep breath. She couldn't give up, not now.

Opening her eyes, she picked up the pen again and dipped it into the ink, pressing it into the paper once again.

I will never give up on my dream, my dream of equality in careers. Am I joining the movement for women's rights? Yes, I am. Though, I would not outwardly protest them as others would, because I value staying a secret. Yes, staying a secret could possibly not contribute, but publishing articles of equality in secret would. Many do not understand why I would do this in such a time of need, the need for defiance, but I hope you will.

She smiled down at the paper, thinking to herself, inking the pen again and pressing it to the paper, once again.

Through these articles of career equality, I would hope to gain respect from others for my secret self. My literacy and knowledge of writing and speaking proceeds the knowledge of others, is what my father had told me. His hope would be that I, his only child, would live a better and more respected life here. Am I disappointing him, being silent of my work?

She inked her pen, and continued to write the words so desperate to depart from her.

Although no one might ever read these particular letters, the ones I am writing right now, I feel privileged to write them. I feel privileged in these ways I have been taught. If it were not for my father, I would not be so far away, protecting my rights as a woman. I hope that in our future, we will be proud to pronounce that we, women, have our rights, as well as men do. We could be given a short amount of time to fight for our rights, or we could be given years upon years, or generations further. I hope and pray for only the best for our future.

Putting down her feathered pen, she looked over her writing, making sure it was all literate and perfect. She then picked up her paper, and placing it in front of a window, set in the sun. She smiled at her paper, proud of it, before taking a glance around her room. Stacks upon stacks of written and unwritten papers, she was proud of them all. Women, along with her help, would gain their rights as people too. She wouldn't give up this fight, not like generations before her. She was Cassandra Willis, and she would fight til her end.

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