“They cannot accuse us of bitchery!” She stands tall and proud before the crude wooden podium.
A crowd gathers as they always do.
There are no children.
School isn’t out yet.
“So let it be known…”
A slice of tomato narrowly misses her cheek.
“…That actions like these shall not be tolerated.” The smell of grease is pungent.
A siren sounds in the distance. It’s for her. She knows this. Two men in white with a jacket walk towards her. The restaurant should have just given her that cheeseburger.