Flash! Friday has come and gone – but fear not – my entry was submitted on time for the group. This week’s prompt was dual (our mistress returned the dragon’s bidding) – the picture was The Colosseum in Rome, and we had to include a janitor in the story. She also gave us an additional 50 words. Yup!
With the return of the Dragon’s Bidding – how could my own dragon not surface from his solitude, and offer up an observation from his own memoirs? Enjoy a little slice of flash!
A “Roman” Observer
I shamble through the stacked tiers of the enormous travertine bowl of the Colosseum, moving quickly as the weighted shackles permit. I lift a discarded rind from its marble seat, feel it slither to the bottom of my bag. A shard of broken clay settles beside it, rapidly joined by the scrap of leather torn from a nobleman’s sandal.
How have I fallen this far? Me! How is it that I am reduced to residence in chains? To cleaning this house of carnage between bouts of depravity, gathering the debris of revelry absently abandoned by those watching the inferior bleed out for their pleasure?
How long will they prey on themselves, in the absence of any worthwhile enemy? When will they discard this myopic delusion of grandeur, to finally acknowledge the sentience embedded in the bones of the world?
What would these macabre voyeurs do with a REAL monster within their stone ring? A fabled, towering beast of wing and hide from their blackest night-terrors, one effortlessly suspending the Earth’s Elements between my strong claws?
Teeth far too long and sharp flash briefly between my lips, emboldened by the fantasy of casting off my illusionary form.
Tempted, I am, to find out.