“I’m the winner!” shouted Romulus (or was it Remus?) as he teasingly leapt over the stone wall that Remus (or was it Romulus?) had made round his new city.
“No, you’re not,” said the other crossly and knocked him down dead. “The first shall be last,” he said, and laughed. “Or should I say … late?”
My first — and hopefully not my last — attempt at Flash Fiction Fifty-Five, where the whole story, including heading, is told in fifty-five words on a given theme, here provided by Leslie of Colonialist’s Blog. Rome’s founder is, of course, Romulus who according to one account by Livy killed Remus because his brother belittled his new city wall by leaping over it.
Reblogged this on calmgrove and commented:
Sister blog Zenrinji is being resuscitated (again!) now with a mix of micropoetry, fladh fiction, apt quotes and other pot pourri, beginning with “First”.
The wall couldn’t have needed much belittling if he was able to jump over it; it was little enough already. He must have been stone crazy, though.