“Hold the sign higher, Carol Anne!” She was trying to give her old arms some rest, but people kept screaming at her to put the sign up higher and higher, so everyone could see their message of hope. Carol Anne wanted to tell Jan, her best friend of over 50 years, that maybe they both had no business still protesting injustices in their 70s. “Will it really make a difference?,” she was thinking.
Just as she started to lower the sign and suggest that two old white broads head home, a young black male came up to her, read the sign, and thanked her and Jan for the courage and care they were showing by their message and just being there. He said to Carol Anne, “Just knowing that someone understands is half the battle. Your sign perfectly says what I have been unable to say to my white friends who rebel at the phrase “Black Lives Matter.”
Carol Anne stood proudly for the rest of the day waving the sign that they had created for the occasion: “Yes, all lives matter, but sometimes not equally!”
Fictional story written for Tale Weaver #279 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompt was Protest.