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#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.
She turned back, opened the make-believe closet and realised that the only clean piece left for her was torn at the right shoulder. It was a faded pink mid-length dress. She looked for some scarf to wrap around. It would look stupid in 40 degrees Celsius, but she had no other option.
She found her late mother's dirty green stole.
This should do.
She found the lost spring in her stride and headed for the fest. Her childhood best friend had been adopted by the wealthiest of the...
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.
She turned back, opened the make-believe closet and realised that the only clean piece left for her was torn at the right shoulder. It was a faded pink mid-length dress. She looked for some scarf to wrap around. It would look stupid in 40 degrees Celsius, but she had no other option.
She found her late mother's dirty green stole.
This should do.
She found the lost spring in her stride and headed for the fest. Her childhood best friend had been adopted by the wealthiest of the...
