December dribbles - 30
Long-haired lay-about died. The crowds were shouting out for blood, quite the fearsome spectacle.
They strung him up with the city’s rejects, one each side, where everyone could see. Road stinks of blood. Birds are silent. Air still. A scared taste filling people’s mouths.
Long-haired lay-about died so we’d survive.
They strung him up with the city’s rejects, one each side, where everyone could see. Road stinks of blood. Birds are silent. Air still. A scared taste filling people’s mouths.
Long-haired lay-about died so we’d survive.
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