The Rally

There were a whole bunch of people at the rally. People from all walks of life came there to support it. Mom and I just wanted to get to the other side of the park.

“Hey lady, what is this rally for?” someone asked my mom. She looked at him and smiled. He was wearing one of them T-shirts that had the rally sign on it. “If you don’t know it, why you wearing it?” she asked him coyly. “I’m poor, just came for the free shirt. Guess you don’t know what it is for either” he snapped and walked away. Mom left my hand and told, “Stay here.”

“You don’t know about me yet? I will get lost again Mom, don’t leave me”, I protested, but she just went after that person. She was a real fighter, and I think she supported the rally.

Few moments later, I heard her voice. “Look at my daughter. See, a true supporter. She’s reaching for peace”, she said, and embraced me. Applause sounded from beyond her.

“Shh, sweetie…don’t say anything”, she whispered.

“Why are they clapping, Mommy?” I asked her, “I just wanted that pretty toy on the string.”


For Thursday Tale – # 24
For Carry on Tuesday – #69
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Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. That was sweet! 🙂
    The child’s innocence was support enough… Besides she did seem to advocate peace, especially considering the aggressive mom 🙂
    Nice read, Leo!

  2. Hey Leo, till now I have atleast read some thousands of short stories but this the best I have ever read.. Great Work.. I loved it totally…

    –Someone Is Special–

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