Silvery flakes drift from the bright sky and fall to the earth where hundreds of women gathered at the town center. I held on tight to my mama's hand as we stand unmoving in the cold afternoon. My mama's other hand holds a sign high in the air that reads Don't Do This! Stop Women's Suffrage! My mama brought me along to what she called a "protest" cause my papa was busy working. She told me before we left that our state was extending the suffrage of women. When I asked why, she looked away, grabbed her sign and my hand, and we left. For hours we were standing there. I stared up towards the sky as the snow came to a stop. I think about my papa and my brother at home, not standing in the freezing snow; my mother next to me shivering, yet holding her sign as high as she could.
"Everyone leave now!" the mayor shouts, pulling me from my thoughts.
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Pulled From My Thoughts
Historical FictionThis story is a short chaptered story that allows the reader to step into the perspective of kids in Colorado from different times. Hope you enjoy!
