The Cheeseburger Rally

“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.


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