ST PATRICK’S DAY TOWN FESTIVAL - CONCLUSION
the last of the green custard tarts is sold, and the ever flowing tap of green beer has run dry. while the stalls had started to close up earlier, the end of the night always concludes with the guinness drinking competition. it’s no surprise to anyone when isaac rhodes wins the title, the prize money, and the bragging rights until the next year. he’s presented with a sash and his own case of guinness to commemorate his win, and that’s when the crowd knows that the night is done, even as they laugh and smile at both the memories they’ve made, and the drunken losers making their way off the stage. there’s talks of small after parties among some, a longing for nothing but their own bed by others, and that’s when the crowd begins to move away from memorial park. they don’t get far before everyone pauses at the sound of hundreds of phones buzzing and pinging, all of them receiving the same text message: you better watch your back. i know all your secrets.
the message is followed by a link to a blog, the title causing confusion and concern among all, and one question rises above all others as it’s whispered through the crowd. who is the enmity?