I'm sitting here, in the middle of the town square, looking at the statue of some guy who lived centuries ago.
I have no idea who he is, what he did, or why he is put there in the first place. But he must've been some big shot to be featured in the most important area of this town.
Judging by that scepter and the way it's thrust in the ground, I'd say he was a tyrant. One who wasn't loved by people, but they were too afraid to do anything about it.
Then came the politicians and every other wise guy with a big belly who languished in his fame and fortune.
Until it was time to go. In the dungeon. In the tomb. In the waters. Simply go and make room for another spineless guy.
What a destiny.
Wish I could have his power for an hour.
For this week's Flash Friday.