World Cup, Au Naturale

I hope they used sunblock
Colin, Chris and I were just hangin’ out at a pub on the Strand, just moments after England won their first World Cup match, when we heard a commotion on the street nearby.

Police escorts and everything for these 750-plus in-the-buff protestors/celebrators. They were protesting oil dependancy while celebrating the individuality of the human body.

You have to give a guy credit for climbing onto a tiny bicycle seat, bullocks to the breeze.

My most favorite part of this whole affair– and my biggest regret– was the woman standing next to me. I was cheering them on, waving, snapping photos. The woman standing next to me was just standing there, watching, with her arm wrapped around her 9-year-old daughter’s head, her palm cupped over the poor girl’s eyes. My regret is that I didn’t capture a photo of THAT.

Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home. 

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