Antifa Stories

“You know what, Jerry, you can go fuck yourself!” The words echoed in a loop in his mind. Over and over again. The image of her angry but perfect face throwing the bouquet back at him as she walked away from him into the street. Then, the sudden spike of adrenaline when she got hit by the car - like something out of a movie. He sat in the break room nervously, click-click clicking his pen and jittering his leg. Sweat was...