My entry into Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers–albeit a tad late! Make sure to check out all the other stories HERE. I like this photo by David Stewart, it is very simple but so many ideas spring to mind. After finally settling on one, here it is:
Maria clung to the fence. Everyone in the neighborhood was pushing and shoving to get a good spot.
She climbed higher as someone stepped on her toes. Her heart beat faster as she was almost shoved off. She wound her arm through the iron tighter, pressing into the ridges. The tide rushing by had no patience for the small piece of flotsam in the midst.
Where were her parents? Maria tried to see, but everyone was taller than her. As she started whimpering, Papa’s strong arm wrapped around her, .
“Come, chica, we must find a spot to see the Pope.”