He needed a slash. Town hall. It had toilets. He got some looks but no-one stopped him.
There was a council meeting convening. He decided to listen.
"So, if we want to win "Town in Bloom", we will need money from somewhere."
He listened. Flowers? Who cared about flowers?
"The proposed skate ramp? That would free up thousands!"
No! Not the skate ramp!
"It's only delinquents who want it anyway."
He peered around the door and saw some sweaty old bloke, laughing.
Bastards.
*
He took a stick and hacked. Colourful heads flew everywhere.
"Town in Bloom"?
Not this year.
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Comments (14)
One "juvenile delinquent" ramping his actions up in response to foolishness & ignorance.
Sounds like some priorities needed sorting! Guess he’s giving them a bit of a push … or whack
Oh the poor flowers!
I have no clue of what happened here 😅 The only thing that I'm sure of is that I love that gory and violent ending hehehehehe
Great one Rachel. I hope I never become one of those smug old people who hates kids.
Very witty,Rachel loved it!
An interesting motive for a vigilante, I like it!! Great work Rachel!!
If their only delinquents then why not act like one. Payback time!
hahaha, I loved this! That will teach them!
Now that is creative political dissent!
Well, crude. I guess he wasn't going to wait to see if they all agreed or not
Thanks. Now I have flashbacks to hours spent in council meetings. Some heads might usefully have flown during planning debates.
I could feel the rage and despair, Rachel. Nicely done.
oh the rage!