TNP's 1st One-Shot Story Writing Contest Pt. 1

Entry #20

MOTHER OF CIVIL RIGHTS AND FREEDOMMOVEMENTS

by Spéak Speare

In 1955, discrimination among black people is covering throughout the American South.

A law was plastered that the isolation of black and American, offers and waivers the right of Africans', and were treated dishonorably.

It was a breezy December 1, 1955, when a 42-year-old woman went to Court Square as usual to get reach the Cleveland Avenue Bus, and as she got into the charabanc, the sense and the ambiance of uneasiness and silence welcomed her. She paid her fare and took a glaze on the driver who was merely familiar and she thought, she might have been encountered him a few years ago. A fixed window casement was nigh in a vacant seat, as she moved to it and sit.

Wandering her oculus, she saw the man sitting next to the window and a woman standing.

Next stop, she didn't know that in that day and time would be the heavy change of her

existence. Whites were entering the wordless bus and filled the white rests, but since much of

them entered, the bus was already full and one was left standing. He look at the Africans' and

said "Let me have those front seats", but, because it was marked that those front seats were for

black, nobody of the blacks flinched nor move who then made the driver voiced out. The man

sitting beside her near the aperture, stands up, as she moved back to give the man a space to walk

out, and while the scene was taking, she unexpectedly glimpsed on the man's eye, and a waiver

of right she visioned. Beings said and thought she was tired, for the reason that she didn't leave

nor stand from her seat, nor too old that she's withered to rise, but their conclusions are not true,because the weary part of her, was her mind and character were tired of giving in from

mesmerizing the unfair actions brought by the whites for blacks. When the man left his seat, she

then takes over that vacant seat and left her first throne. The driver got crinkled on his forehead,

because he saw the woman was sitting still.

"Are you going to stand up?" the driver asked.

"No," the woman answered and didn't even think twice.

" Well, if that's your decision, I'll get you arrested," the driver kindled respond.

All eyes were on them, and that scene made them astounding.

"Do it." She said and didn't even stammer.

The bus driver got out and waited in distance from the bulk for the police to come, and

she was still, and seated on her spot. The woman didn't try to think or expect something, for she

knew that everything is possible. She could be tortured, beaten nor burden the things that could

tear her apart. She'd noticed that some of the passengers were leaving, and some remains quiet,

and whispers or low voices are only caught. Latterly, two policemen came as it was awaited.

"The law is the law, and you are arrested," one policeman said.

They'd picked her things and escorted her throughout the bus, and directly moved to the