photo prompt: Roger Bultot
“I’m sorry,” growled the man behind the counter. “You know the rules. No coloreds here. Either she leaves, or y’all leave, it don’t matter to me.”
The three young women gazed at each other. Without speaking, they made a decision. They headed for a booth. They sat. And they waited.
“Hey! You got a hearin’ problem? NO COLORED! Y’all need to git now!”
They stayed. They waited.
They saw the lights of the police car. They joined hands. They were afraid.
“Sho’nuff is. I guess they ain’t readin’ too good.”
“Come along, ladies. NOW!”