The world sucks right now so this is a little flight of fancy.
When the world felt like it had turned upside down Sheila liked to indulge in old habits. The burn of a cheeky cigarette, a whole bottle of wine gone in an evening, a grease-soaked takeaway. The little things that she denied herself most of the time.
The world felt all twisted up, like she was living in a parallel universe where people spewed hate without fear of retribution. She had taken to watching the news like it was a horror film. A whole bottle of wine only gave her a headache and didn’t calm her mood.
This was a fuck-up she needed to deal with using the only vice she had officially retired from.
The flight to America was long and boring and smelled of body odour. A baby cried for what felt like 4 hours. Sheila was just about ready to scream herself.
She met her luggage at the other end, it’s heavy weight dragging at her aching shoulders. She headed to the gym as soon as she arrived at her hotel just to work out the kinks in her back. The cigarettes and wine waited for her at home. Right then she was a professional on a pro rata job for no one in particular. A pro rata job for every decent person.
The next rally had been hastily planned on Twitter, she used one of her 50 or so fake accounts to track the trajectory of the vileness these people vomited onto their phones and computers. She craved a cigarette just to deal with the rage enveloping her.
She barely had time to scout out a good spot but she was used to making do. The wind was with her today and if she’d believed in god she’d think He was helping her along. The rally started at around noon and she watched them through her binoculars for at least an hour. She focused on the person who appeared to be in charge for most of that time. He ranted and raved until he was blue in the face. Just because she couldn’t hear him didn’t mean she couldn’t feel the fury that built inside her as she read their signs and imagined the abhorrent words they were saying.
She breathed deep, her finger held lightly on the trigger. He was stood at the very top of a hill, just asking her to take the shot. So, she did. He went down immediately and there was a few seconds of silence before anyone realised what had happened.
When the authorities found her spot a few hours later it was clear she had made no effort to hide her presence. She was back on a flight to London when they spotted her note stuck to the abandoned rifle.
“If I have to come out of retirement to end every single Nazi, I will.” The local police wouldn’t know what the little blackbird drawing meant but word would spread up the chain, right to the President if she was lucky.
Please note I don't usually condone violence against anyone, but feel free to punch a Nazi if you get the chance.
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