Clearly, she wouldn’t kowtow. She would never live under the thumb of such a dictatorial edict.
As the unruly crowd of sycophants behind her shouted slurs and threats, she held her ground and her head high. She would not bow.
Her companions begged her to be reasonable, to just follow the tacit rules and not create a scene. It wasn’t worth the heartache. She didn’t need to be a rebel. No one would laud her for fighting the establishment.
They told her, “order is beauty”: cold, Grande, chai latte, soy milk, extra foam, and just one pump of gingerbread syrup.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Rebel.’