(Photo prompt © Na’ama Yehuda)
They passed through the neighborhood with trucks and flags and camouflage uniforms.
Clean-up crews. Of sorts.
Sterilizers, they called themselves.
They traveled under the cover of night, removing festivities, restoring streets to what they saw as law and order and conformity.
They gave no warning.
“Better,” they were told, “to ask forgiveness than to get permission.”
It also prevented protests, dodged chaos, and avoided the otherwise inevitable secreting.
They were ordered to “take everything.” To make it fact.
And they did.
To the last one.
Because walking the dreary city after the Holiday Decorations Ban.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Also, thank you for using my photo for this week’s prompt. Curious to see where people will take it!