His parents forbade him from going. Still, he always felt that where there’s a will, there’s a way.
He climbed the steps to the bridge that ran above the park. He stuck his head between the ornate concrete spindles. And he got a bird’s eye view of the city’s annual Pride Parade.
Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Nathan Dumlao at Unsplash.com.