Drabble: An Earnest Debate

The end of the argument was neither polished nor eloquent. It ended rather in punches and gasps, cries and moans. It wasn’t clean or simple, and blood fell on the dusty floor.

The shaky victor still felt as though they had lost, while the battered loser felt vindicated in their martyrdom.

To the jaded onlookers, it seemed barbaric: the once refined and distinguished garb and demeanour of their presumptive leaders now wrenched and torn in vicious disarray.

All was well however; both sides reassured their captive audience that this was all merely part of the rough and tumble of politics.