Arthur transitioned seamlessly from the dull and dusty world of accounts to the quiet of home retirement. Prudence the cat purred her approval, but Maggie was determined to fill his time with trivial domestic tasks that had until then remained happily undone.
“Enter a competition,” she had suggested, and so he did.
That was weeks ago, and now he marched steadily behind his Jaguar XV-5 mower. His inch-perfect lines and symmetrical shading would surely deliver the winning points.
Mopping his brow at the finish, Arthur glanced back; then froze at the sight of a solitary blade, waving his defeat.
“Did the Roman Empire fall because of the selfishness and cruelty of a male European elite who lost the support of the masses?”
His eagle’s stare swept over the downturned eyes before him. No one ventured an answer.
“If the glass towers of capitalism are the modern equivalent of temples and victory arches, is history doomed to repeat itself?”
The door to the auditorium opened and a female figure stood in a shaft of light. “Professor White? I’m Lydia Hardy, your new Head of Department. Meet me in my office after this class for a long overdue staff and syllabus review.”
A drabble is a very short story, of up to 100 words.