Yearning for the maiden
Across the waters
"Staring across the waters again?" Marcus asked. It was as if his friend were in a trance.
"Look... look... you can just see them?"
"See what?"
"Look... right there! The cliffs. like a maiden's smile... inviting... enticing."
"Ha ha... my friend, you spend too much time staring at that distant shore. You are as a man bewitched."
"Bewitched or not, I mean to visit her."
"I fear your advances will not be welcome."
"Welcome or not, I will take her. The plebs would love me for it."
"Gaius Julius, bed that maiden and the whole of Rome would love you."
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Hope you liked this Drabble, a story in exactly 100 words. A tale of imperial ambition and its concomitant arrogance.
You did?
Well, here's another. Enjoy:
Tribe
Gaius Julius stood, overlooking the Northern Sea, with his friend Marcus Antonius. It was a bright, clear day and they could see the white cliffs of the land beyond.
“I will have it, Marcus.”
“Gaius, you have just conquered the Gauls. Must you possess the world, entire?”
“They say it is a land of tin and gold.”
“I have heard it is a land of savages, who paint their faces with blue-coloured shit.”
“Marcus, have you no appreciating of the nobility of tribal peoples?”
“What do they call these nobles of yours?”
“You said it yourself: ‘Britani,’ the painted faces.”
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Here is a very different, and slightly longer, take on the same story
Thanks for reading and appreciating my mythological musings
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (2)
Oooo, I loved both of your drabbles! And yessss, you should enter this into the Myths challenge!
Great entry ! Will there be a continuation?