A little Warm-up Wednesday Flash! Friday story I did. Exactly 100 words and in response to the above photo. My entry:
Heritage and name meant I had a swarm of slaves at my disposal. After a time, the buzzing faded into the background and you’re left with the mountains they moved. Like this creation. This beauty was for you.
Thousands of the swarm died in the process to make it happen. I had become a god walking on their puddled sweat.
And yet, still, I was empty, for you were not here. I had a swarm that could construct mosaics to the gods, but not you.
Now I walk within its shadow with a crown that hangs loose upon my head.