The prompt was “Justice” and I feel like I believe it doesn’t exist. Life is not fair, but we can find beauty nevertheless.
She wondered where she stood. What had been done to her was not technically a crime, so there could be no perpetrator. If she felt violated, it was because she was sensitive. If her professor had gone further than he did, it would have been because she led him on. By not taking action to stop him sooner, she revealed that she had been asking for his violent attention.
Where did she stand? What doors would open for her now? Two years from graduating, but a stain on her name before she reached the door. What choice did she have?
© 2016 Heather Stephens