A/N: Okay, so this piece was written in quite the hurry! It’s about two elderly women having a conversation. I can’t say much more without giving away the story.
“Would you look at them!” Bertha said, disapproval clear in her voice.
Lena followed her friend’s gaze. Not far from them two people were talking together, but that wasn’t what had caught Bertha’s attention.
If it wasn’t enough the two men were black, then they didn’t even had the decency to dress like real Danes. Instead they were dressed in what could only be traditional clothing from whatever third world country they had come from.
“Disgraceful,” Lena agreed with her friend. “We’ve been so kind to them as to let them come here, and how do they repay us? They won’t even try to be a part of our culture! They should be ashamed of themselves!”
“I bet their wives are at home right now, cooking dinner for them, wearing one of those things, where you can’t even see their faces. Don’t they realise how uncomfortable those make us?”
Lena nodded. “They probably don’t even have a job! Just taking advantage of the system. Bet they haven’t even tried to find one. They just want to have us pay for everything!”
“I know! It’s shameful! I haven’t paid taxes all my life to see some little brownie come in and steal it all!”
“I know! My husband has worked hard for decades to give us both an acceptable standard of living, but is that man over there going to do the same? No! As long as he can just steal what he needs, why work for it?!”
Bertha nodded, and for a while neither of them said anything as they watched the two men talk.
“I wonder what they’re talking about,” Lena mused.
“Probably gossiping about us.”
“Oh, absolutely. They’re talking about how we’re disgraces, no doubt. Just because we don’t cover ourselves from head to two.”
“I know. If those people ever got to decide anything we would live like Afghans! I bet they would make a law that prohibited women from working.”
“Would probably take our voting rights from us as well.”
“And make beauty products illegal. And eating pig.”
“Oh, I hope they can’t vote. How frightening wouldn’t it be if those kind of people had anything to say?!”
“I know!” Lena agreed. “Oh, how dreadful! And they would force us all to become Muslims. It’s like they have no idea how ridiculous their religion is!”
“Muslims? I wouldn’t be surprised if they were terrorists.”
Lena smiled cynically. “Isn’t that really the same thing?”
“Almost always,” Bertha agreed. “I can’t understand why they would let someone like that into our country. Aren’t they afraid of what they’ll do to us?”
“Rape our young women.”
“Kill our children.”
“Bomb our cities.”
They fell silent, watching the two men talk.
“I do wonder what they’re talking about,” Lena mused.
“Sweetie, don’t we already know?”
Lena sighed. “Yes, but it terrifies me, you know? That the government won’t do anything!”
“Me too, sweetie. Me too.”
Not far from them two men were having a conversation as well.
“Are they still looking?” the older man asked.
“Yes,” the young man answered, glancing towards the two elderly women. “They look angry.”
The old man rolled with his eyes. “Ignore them. You were telling me about that girl in your class? Jane?”
“Janne,” the young man corrected him. “We’ve got a date on Friday.”
The older man grinned. “Congratulation, son! About time too! I’ve had to hear you moan about her for weeks now!”
The young man blushed. “Well, I didn’t think she’d say yes. She’s always so busy, but her exams were last week so I figured it’d be the right time to ask her. Still can’t believe she said yes. That reminds me, could I borrow the car on Friday?”
The old man furrowed his brows. “I don’t think so. Sorry, son, but I need it to go to work, and after I get home your mother needs it. She has a late night shift at the hospital.”
The young man sighed. “That’s okay. I’ll ask Thomas. He might let me borrow his.”
“Ask him about his insurance first.”
The young man grimaced. “Dad! I’m not going to crash his car! You’re always so pessimistic!”
“Unlike you.” The old man grinned. “Moaned for over four weeks, before asking out the girl. Talk about lack of optimism.”
The young man pretended to be annoyed, but couldn’t quite hide the humour in his eyes. Then he glanced over towards the two elderly women.
“They’re still watching,” he mused. “And talking. I wonder what they’re talking about.”
The older man shrugged. “Who knows? Doesn’t care too much to be honest. Nothing good comes out of guessing.”
“I guess,” the young man mused, before pushing the two elderly women out of his mind. After all; he had far more important things to consider. Like where to take Janne next Friday.