March 11, 2017

Wait, she said, but the rain still fell, washing the dirty world around her.

She spoke as if into silence, and no one responded. Was anyone even listening? She wondered if they could hear her over the weather.

I have things to say, she said, but again, no one paid attention. This is important.

But it wasn’t important enough for them to turn and look. She stood there, drenched and supplicant, her outstretched hands as invisible as her thoughts, her voice devalued yet again.

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