You go home to bake biscuits

You head on home by foot. You are filled with energy and joy. Your really proud of yourself mister. And why shouldn't you be? You just killed a fascist with your mind! But you suddenly smell the sweet fragrance of your grandmother's flower garden she had when you where very young. Then you seize. Slamming your head against the concrete till it's smeared with blood. People just walk around you and go about they're business. The younger ones laugh and take cell phone pics.