Challenge #01734-D273: Enough is Enough
I think I just hit that lovely level of rage and confusion where everything seems perfectly calm and rational. -- RecklessPrudence
Penny stood. The last straw had landed and this metaphorical camel was not going to have her back broken. She left her work behind her, and picked up the best, bludgeon-like object in the room, which happened to be her umbrella.
"Where are you going?" asked her co-worker, Lilly.
"Washington," said Penny. "I'm going to beat some motherfucking sense into our elected representatives." What she didn't care to know when she said that was that the rest of her office heard her. And thought it was a bloody good idea.
That office was just the beginning. The sight of pedestrians with interestingly heavy objects, marching peaceably and purposefully towards their capital was bound to gain notice. And buzz. And sooner rather than later, the entire working class downed their tools and joined the nation-wide march.
Everyone had had, in the words of one marcher, "e-fucking-nough". They had had enough of the corruption. Of the double-standards. Of the inequality still present in a nation founded on the principle that all men were created equal. The nation ground to a halt and the alleged job creators found themselves high, dry, and helpless without their underpaid staff.
The police and the army would not stop them. They, too, had seen the casual cruelty of the people who were supposed to look after them. Realised that the cruelty they had been taught to perpetuate was wrong. That the laws were wrong. That the people in charge kept benefitting and everyone else was thrown to the wolves. Including themselves and their families. So they marched, too.
It took days for everyone to reach the seats of power. And the powerful had the time and money to leave, that was true. But their drivers, pilots, valets and maids were out on the street. Sitting and waiting. In an orderly queue. To give those who had had power a solid and unforgettable lesson about the first three words of the constitution.
"We, the people..."
They had come, and they were waiting. In an orderly fashion. Exercising their right to peaceful protest. And they were waiting for the powerful to learn where the power really was.
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