Staring wide eyed, looking at the far away clouds, and the cluster of trees, could not but wonder, how was this achieved?

Walked up, went through the plaques. Societies finest; Visionaries; Thinkers; Mayors; Governors; Bankers, the Dynasties who made it happen. A service to mankind. A gift from them to the future.

What I could not find was one dedication to the men who made this happen. Men, who broke their backs, their souls and many of course, their lives before this could be achieved. Not a commendation, not a mention.

A gift indeed. I walked away. Impressed, yet disillusioned.

 

A 100 Word short story written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Image Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

(Visited 6 times, 1 visits today)