I’ll share a writing prompt, we both will write a response to it, then share it with each other

USA age 56

The time was three years ago. A girl was being trafficked. She was too young and too beautiful to have been aline. I noted that she had been drinking, she was trying to find a restroom but before she could get there she was dragged to an RV set up in a makeshift tent city. This was the land of the gypsies they gather for three days and nights only to listen to country music while drinking and drunk. The spill they laugh they vomit in their contentment.

But for this one young lady assuming she was going to drink to drinking songs found a new world. A world of drink of laughter and hours of sexual abuse. She found at 16 years that the singing of songs wasn’t necessarily a beautiful experience.

She was fighting for herself over and over she fought. But was desperately restrained and quieted with drugs. “Be quiet little girl they would utter one after the other. No one can hear your cries anyway. Aint this a good time now?” And she would listen for any response of help. But to no avail the songs played on.

She was never the same after that weekend. She was never quite as innocent or as happy. The singing from her heart became more forced as if only in her memory was she allowed to be happy.

I kept this incident in my heart for her until I could find just the right person to share this story with. The person who would do something to stop the gypsies. I have found him. I will tell him this painful rendition. He will stop it. It will sound an alarm to everyone he shares it with. It will stop.

But until then — it is still one young girl who continues to battle for her life.

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