NaPoWriMo 2015

NaPoWriMo #23 – Happy Fucking St. George’s Day

They announce their coming to the street, with slapping footfalls weighed by a day's work. Drunk on beers they can't pronounce in outifts bearing rust-red crosses, whose straining seams were stitched together for the lowest price by people they despise. Please, try not to be offended.