Trans Power
100 Word Microfiction
It’s the only graffiti in the provincial park women’s toilets.
Trans Power.
Sixteen inches above the sliding lock— you have to look up to see it.
Trans Power. All caps, black Sharpie.
She tries to envision the person who brought the pen into the stall. Were they young or old? Angry or proud when they wrote it? Would they'd have liked to use the men’s room, but felt obliged to use the women’s, or vice versa?
The letters are small and cramped, though they’re the only ones in the stall. She could cover them up with one thumb.
Trans Power.
About the Creator
Jennifer Ashley
🇨🇦 Canadian Storyteller
♾️ Metis Nation
🎓 UVic Alumni 2020
Writing published by Kingston Writers Press, Young Poets of Canada, Morning Rain Publishing, & the BC Metis Federation to teach Michif in Canadian schools.
✨YA Magical Realism✨
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Comments (2)
Very creative and powerful Jen Gossoo. Well done!
Very thought-provoking. I like the way you left so much unsaid and settled into the neutrality of the issue. A controversial title, but a contemplative read. Very well written. I very much love 100 word stories.