The parade had just passed by our area before the heavy yet brief rain fell. Despite the light skies, there were a few warning drops as the last of the marchers turned the corner which merely teased at the downpour to come. Those initial drops drove the remaining revelers from their loitering celebrations and back indoors, or off to complete errands previously put off. But not me and Sal.

Just this morning, we stood with and before a crowd of many as we recited an oath and a pledge to our new home, officially citizens of a land where we no longer had to remain silent or covered or apart. We were free to be together, to be ourselves, even if we did appear only as best friends or sisters in the eyes of the few unenlightened.

As the warm rains fell, we ran as schoolgirls away from our oppressive past and toward a future we had once only dreamed.

c.2016 Deidre Meyrick

*it’s been a long while since I’ve contributed to the Monday flashes, but here I am. It’s lighter yet still weighted in context with its message and intent. A hope for a future. I’m not referencing any country or any independence in particular, but merely of a time and place where two people are welcomed by the majority with open arms as intolerance fades away into obscurity. As always, there are other flashes found on the Monday Flash page on facebook (<—clickety-click the linkity-link), where you’ll also find the inspiration picture for this small piece. I hope you take a look at those for this week, as well as any previous weeks. Have a wonderful holiday today!*


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