The Decay of the West

Elizabeth strolled down a well-lit street to a nearby coffeeshop. She'd taken off the hijab today, having found over the week that it invited scrutiny and hatred more than curiosity or even a welcome.

It hadn't always been like this, she knew. Once they'd opened their arms to the migrants. Until they started shacking up with the white women. That'd caused retrenchment. Suspicion. Fear.

Elizabeth sat in the coffeeshop, sipping at her tea and listening. These vapid women and their vapid lives. Pop culture, meaningless sex, ****, parties. It was symptomatic of a greater decline.

She sighed, then saw a trio of beautiful blonde Swedish women enter. They looked like models, Elizabeth thought, smiling crookedly. Well, she should know.