This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt is this not very charming sculpture. It reminds me of belonging – or rather it reminds me of not belonging: the theme of my contribution to Friday Fictioneer’s – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Marcus looked up at the entranceway to the Athletic Club. He actually held in his hand a free pass to enter this exclusive white-men-only club. For years Marcus had walked past this building on his way to work. As a Black man the club was verbotten, off- limits. Now that he had a ticket in his hand, now that the club had officially integrated (by court order it was) Marcus no longer cared to enter. He crumpled the white entrance pass in his hand and squeezed it for a good while in his tightened fist before he walked on..