Independent stores closed as corporations moved in on their towns until one cold December night when an open sign appeared. Mom-And-Pop had had enough and raised a middle finger toward the bright lights of the interstate.
The bell tolled for civility as evil waves consumed their shores. They came not once but one hundred and ten times six. Five more, then one, and all the waters calmed, afloat with those who would not listen.
“Sir, there are crazy people who will shoot you.” “How can I protect myself?” “Give up your guns.” “Wait, what?” “Don’t worry; the police will keep you safe.” “What if they’re not here when a crazy comes for me?” “Not a problem. We are designating your home as a gun-free zone.” “Wait, what?”
Struck, I fell, my hand opening slowly like the petals of a flower in the morning sun. By eve it closed into a fist of stone. Rising, revenge was taken upon my enemies. The kingdom was mine, and no warrior hence has been allowed to stand up from the battlefield to fight another day.