The Last One

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(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.

Or almost.

Because walking the dreary city after the Holiday Decorations Ban.

She saw.

One.

 

 

 

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!

 

His Insatiable Need

Dictator-

 

He is known for his insatiable

Need

For drama.

Histrionics

Are his drug.

He requires frequent dosing

Of idolizing

Chants by crowds.

He does not believe in

Science

Or in reason

Or in truth,

Which to him detract from

The ardent fervor

He craves as complete

Fealty

Proof.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Histrionics in 48 words