And on the same note, here is something I witnessed a few months back, and which I have put down in words only today. Silence is not always the option. Sometimes, we have to speak up, sometimes we have to interfere.
"How dare you kick me?"
"I didn't. You stepped on my toes, I pushed your feet away."
People watched, fascinated.
"God will punish you."
"If your god has nothing better to do, let him."
"How dare you!"
Her station arrived. She slapped the other woman on the face, and got off.
Helpless, the other woman burst into tears. Everyone rushed to comfort her. Told her they were on her side.
She cried even more. Not for herself but for the other victims of silence.
And I do know that for a fact, because that woman was Me.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.