Standing tall over the waves, the colossus gazed out into the west. Once it had looked out over a port, but now that port was rubble. All the ancient buildings had crumbled away, leaving only a few walls and columns to remember them by.
A woman stood in the shadow of the colossus and imagined how it had looked in its prime.
We were a great people once, she thought. We built statues and cities. We were masters of the oceans.
Now all that’s crumbled away. We huddle in our little towns and small castles, subjugated by invaders, divided by our petty wars.
Seeing the colossus might have made her weep for what was and lament the passage of time. It might have made her give in and accept that destruction was inevitable.
Instead, what she thought was this: We were a great people once.
And we can be again.
Word Count: 150
This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to pricelessly for running the challenge and momtheobscure for providing the photo prompt!