#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 as she had always thought. She could not hide the tears, she allowed it to flow. What else did she have to lose after all.
She swept out the mud stain with her hands cleaning her hands by clapping them and at the same time cleaning them.
AT the festival, she saw people of...