#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate.They had no right to be happy and feel joy like those who chose to believe that their position in life set them higher then all others. With a quiet grace she took a cloth from her bag and gently wiped away the mud that had stained her dress and continued on to the celebration...
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