Molly and Samantha were two little girl friends. They had been holding hands for a period of at least seven minutes by now and the onlookers gawked. It was a sight to behold, with Molly holding her doll, Samantha holding her basketball, and both of them holding each other’s hands.
An older woman with a mohawk walked up to the two little girl friends. “Wow,” she said. “I never thought I’d see the day that you two lovely girls would be about to be two little girl friends together like this. I’m so happy for you.”
The other older woman next to her put her hands together and put them against her scarf. “This is such a sign of the progress of the American society to be able to see the two little girl friends be such happy girl friends together!”
The two older women put their hands together and walked off.
A woman in a hijab walked over to the two little girl friends, who were both still holding hands and smiling as they held the objects in their hands. “Wow,” she said. “I’m so impressed by the diversity! One of you has darker skin than the other and that makes me happy. I want America to be great again and this is how that goal is accomplished; through the advancement of our societal norms to become culturally accepting of all sorts and kinds of people and relationships.” She sauntered off without another word.
A large black man in a hoodie walked up to the two little girlfriends, who did not seem to be about to kiss but instead were holding hands. Molly was looking at her doll, seeming to wonder if she wanted to play with it. “Wow,” he said. “I love your pride in a relationship! I’m also glad that you didn’t judge me just by looking at me and did not seem to think that I was threatening just because of my large size and choice of clothing. It was very kind of you to do so. If I may, I would like to congratulate you on your relationship and all the benefits of life that come with it. I am so excited for the future of America.”
The two little girlfriends were starting to get antsy. Molly looked at her doll intently while Samantha dribbled her basketball in place. But they continued to hold their hands and stayed in place out of fear of the masses of people watching them. It was as if their entire existence was but a metaphor for the rest of society and the fulfillment of their wishes.
A white cishet male wearing a trilby and with something of a beard growing walked up to the two little girl friends and cocked his head to the side. He gave a smile, and said, “Gee.” He tipped his trilby. “You two little girl friends are pretty cute.” He looked with a raised eyebrow at Samantha, who dribbled her basketball again, but accidentally dropped it, leaving the ball to roll away into the street. “Are you the ‘man’ in the relationship?”
The entire town stared at the white cishet male. The woman in the hijab and the two older women scowled and pointed at him. The large black man in the hoodie charged at the white cishet male and socked him in the face. “That’s not how lesbians work, you imbecile!” he shouted.
The crowd cheered.
The two little girl friends were now frowning. Samantha reached for her ball, but could not grab it, for it was far too far away. Molly couldn’t feed her doll with only the use of a single hand. But they couldn’t face the glares of the crowd to let go, so they continued to hold their hands.
They continued for the rest of the day, and into the evening, and into the night. Soon, the moon rose, and the sun disappeared into the star-glimmering expanse of the horizon.