It could have rained yesterday but it didn’t

It could have rained in D.C. yesterday but it didn’t

It was sunny, even warm

Unlike the others who the week before, had marched in the afternoon and night, masked, screaming threatening, these people walked midday in daylight.

Many of the men draped prayer shawls on their shoulders, black stripes against vast fields of cream and white.

The others, both men and women, had worn scarves of snaggle-toothed boxes tightly wrapped around their heads and faces.

They prayed, praising God and submitting themselves to his justice.

The others splattered red paint on the stone pillars of the perimeter barricade encircling the White House.

A Senator marched. When asked why he was there, he replied “Of course I’m here, how could I not!”

A Representative spoke, detailing expulsion from country after country. It was as if he had witnessed them himself.

The daughter of the late Iranian Shah attended holding Iranian and Israeli flags.

It was a beautiful fall day in the District of Columbia.

About the Author
Elaine Rosenberg Miller writes fiction and non-fiction. Her work has appeared in numerous print publications and online sites, domestically and abroad, including JUDISCHE RUNDSCHAU, THE BANGALORE REVIEW, THE FORWARD, THE HUFFINGTON POST and THE JEWISH PRESS. Her books,, FISHING IN THE INTERCOASTAL AND OTHER SHORT STORIES, THE CHINESE JEW. THE TRUST and PALMBEACHTOWN are available on Amazon and Kindle.