A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
This time was as tied up and restrained as the women walking were. Layers of cloth, iron cages pushing them in a “desired” shape and men stealing words from their lips and thoughts from their minds.
This woman had cut her own path through the tangled vines of patriarchy, yet was blind to their creeping, their ever-growing return. This woman wanted to help the world and did not see the world viewed her as lacking, simply because of her gender.
"Marie, is it not?" She had followed the woman for a while, possibly a long time in human years. She had seen how copies of her research were never returned to her, how with every supporter three opponents showed.
"Do I know you?" The woman was already on the way to her death, the energy she had found too much for flesh and blood.
"I want to help you." The words fell from her mouth like dried earth from the old mountain of her tongue. Talking was unusual. "Give you room to breath. Write your name on the scrolls of history." She almost forgot to add it - "If you would wish for it."
"I have little money." Her eyes narrowed. "I a mother and a widow and I long lost the faith to believe I can own anyone a soul. How will you help me and why would you do so?"
"Because you deserve so. Your death is near and I -"
"Is that a threat?"
"I never threatened a woman before. If I’ll ever do so, I am sure the end of the world will follow soon." She exhaled. "I do not need anything from you. All I want is honesty. To break open the cages womankind resides in."
Marie cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sane?”
"I believe not. Are you accepting my help?"
"Are you the one that kills me?"
She shook her head. “Life kills you.”
"Men are stealing my research. You will stop this? Can I ask how?"
"Men are scared of women because they have a certain power deep inside them. A knowledge that - if it would ever be touched upon - can create a world where people are appreciated for their abilities, not their sacks of skin. I carry that power on my skin, the knowledge fills my head. They will recognize so, and they will listen. If they will not, I will take them back into the earth with me." The soft whispering earth, always eager for her return.
In the end, the men were pliant. Their minds kneaded by her words into a permanently different state. Praise of Madame Curie and how she had done it all by herself on their lips. None of them doubted, none of them were afraid any more.
She could go back to sleep again, in earth’s embrace. Marie would join her, soon enough.