“let’s start something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, something like…like, a revolution.”
“That’s nonsense, you can’t just start a revolution.”
“Well, why not?”
“You have to have an idea, as well as lots of patience and a headstrong attitude, none of which you have.”
“Oh ya.”
“But so what? We need one.”
“Ya, we do.”
The hangman’s noose tightened slightly, the cheap rope made his neck itch. What will it matter anyway? Well, here we go—
“This is ridiculous.”
“I agree.”
“Ya, well you agree to a lot of things, but you never say why.”
“We’re of like minds, that’s all. So how bout it?”
“How bout what?”
“That revolution.”
“Ah, that.”
Several loud cracks, screaming and shouting.
“What the hell was that?”
“Let’s go check it out, it sounded like gunshots.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Invariably.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Jesus Christ, it’s a bloodbath; let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Ya.”
“This guy is full of shit.”
“I agree.”
“You can’t tell me that twenty people just happened to be there and expect me to believe it.”
“What’s worse than that though…these people seem to believe him.”
“So how bout it?”
“How bout what?’
“That revolution.”
“Oh, that.”
“Another war?”
“That’s what they’re saying.”
“What the hell are we gonna eat now? They’re control all the food.”
“They just say it’ll be a few days.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“I know. But look around. These people believe it.”
“We should do something.”
“Like what?”
“You know what.”
“Finally.”
“Yes.”
The hangman’s noose tightened.
“this rope is itchy.”
“It won’t matter here soon.”
“I know.”
“Did we do the right thing?”
“If you know something should be said or done, you do it. We did the right thing.”
“Look at them though; they all believe this man and his bullshit.”
“Yes, but at least there is one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“These hangings are happening more oft—“
The Revolutionary
