She glanced around the amphitheatre. “Who built this place?”
“The Romans,” he said. “Amazing engineers, really.”
She shaded her eyes with her hand and checked for other tourists. Still no one in sight.
“Want to climb up, sweetheart?” she asked. “You can tell me about them on the way.”
“Well,” he said, puffing a bit from the stairs. “They were an incredibly violent society. Absolutely no regard for human dignity.”
When they reached the top, he turned his back on her and stared out over the ruins.
“What happened to them?” she asked.
“They fell,” he answered.
Gazing at the ruins of ancient civilizations, perhaps we can be forgiven for thinking of individual human lives as brief flickers of light against the tapestry of eternity. Of course, we could compare the civilizations themselves to geologic time (perhaps using a metaphor like this one), and come away even more shaken. On a more optimistic note, it makes our day to day worries a bit less all-consuming. All right, off the soap box. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: