The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.
The city stretched before him, tangled mass of metal and humans and fear. Oh, yes, fear. Humans lived with fear so intricately tangled into every aspect of their lives, they had forgotten what it meant to be free. No masters needed to put the human race in slavery, they did that for themselves, no matter the color of their skin. Slavery, after all, isn’t all chains and whips. Each village build, tower raised, each step of ‘progress’ took men further from the truth. They told stories to trap the monsters and gods out of their lives and into books. Fiction. Forgotten. Dust.
Gods gave meaning to the lives of men, but mankind didn’t want freedom. He was not, would not, would never be the god of fear, rather the god of everything free – free speech, free lives, free minds.
Time to retire to Shady Groves Forgotten Gods Home in the sky.
Maybe… just maybe, Loki had waited for his next move in their chess game. Probably not, the little stinker. He cheated.
Opening his eyes, he studied the chess board. Good thing he was the god of Memory too.