Fast Food Warfare. Thanks to the editors at The Drabble.
By S. S. Hicks
He stood in line, weighing his choices: double burger and fries, or the six-piece chicken combo.
Behind the pre-lit menu above him, he tries not to notice the dead bulb between Combo #3 and Combo #4, tries not to remember the drones he flew two hours prior, bombing a village he hadn’t heard of, checking off a list of marked buildings, turning off his screen of options, grabbing his jacket, hitting the sidewalk, opening the door to this chain restaurant where he hears the woman in front of him say to her little girl, “What would you like, my sweetheart?”