This 100 word story is linked to Week 11 of Saturday Centus . The prompt is in bold.
The arched banner shone vividly in front of the bleachers. Some of the hand-painted stripes had smeared together…a testimony to hurried zeal perhaps.
My heart pounded with the beat of my measured steps.
Surrounded by fellow marchers I felt united in the solidarity of changing times and definitions.
I had not seen him since I told him of my life choice.
Though his bitter denunciation stilled burned like acid in my heart and brain, I had still sent him a hopeful e-mail, yearning painfully for his blessing and support.
“Dad, please wait for me somewhere over the rainbow in the stands. I miss you.”
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