And then there was none. Mysteriously one day, as if washed away in a fine rain shower after a watery sunlight, the Yessers were gone.
The cleansed shine on the cobbles of Edinburgh’s North British streets signalled a new Jerusalem. As the followers of Stuart had been put down by the overwhelming martial force of an occupying presence so their 21st century successors had eventually succumbed to an overwhelming force also, a torrent of bickering amongst themselves.
Ego countering ego, ideologue versus pragmatist, the well known voices bitterly screamed ‘my independence is better than yours’ with their parting breath.
At this the many dispersed and were driven underground to await a time when grownups would return to at last get the job done.
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