Stories related to human rights

Coyotes lead. We quickly ford the shallows. Snip and pull. The fence parts easily. A real coyote howls. I clutch papers with my new name.

Acquitting him on a technicality, they sentenced her to life looking over her shoulder. No parole. Her only appeal was a single bullet.

When donated Christmas boxes came, she gave all the little gifts in hers to the younger orphans. All except the doll. She’d never had one.

Mechelle balanced the five-gallon jug on her head as she walked back to her master’s house. She wondered if she would be allowed to drink.

The editor walks into a dark room with five contributors by his side. They spark their candles, leaving the darkness nowhere left to hide.

He typed opinions, they took his laptop. He penned opinions, they took his paper. In prison he wrote in blood; defying them to take him.