#MenageMonday - Water Under Statues Fall

So it's been forever and a day again since I last posted, and last written, really anything, except work emails. The stories are still there, still bouncing around in my brain. They certainly don't let me forget. Finally made time to participate in flash fiction again... this is really the best way to get those creative juices flowing and shake out the mental cobwebs.

Without further ado - my entry into this week's #MenageMonday:

The Phrase: “turn the tables”
The Judge’s Prompt: Berlin (as in Germany)! Can be set there, mentioned, alluded to, but it has to be apparent.
The Photo (sourcing available on the contest website)


Water Under Statues Fall

Safi settled into a spot by the fountain, making what appeared to be a casual selection in his choice. Certain spots were better than others. People watching? Best spot was to the right, along the outside ring of the fountain. Introspection? In the middle facing the center of the fountain where one didn’t have to acknowledge or interact with anyone else. Espionage? To the left, right about where Safi sat, where the pounding water on the cement was at its loudest, drowning out nearly all of the surrounding noise.

Ironic that something built to celebrate the regime’s victory over the subversives would be the location where the new rebellion started.

A shadow briefly crossed in front of Safi. “You made it.”

“Clearly,” came the response from his left, sitting near enough to be heard but not so close for someone to think they were together.

Safi chuckled. Reid wasn’t Reid without his dry sarcasm.

“What’s the latest from Berlin?”

“They’re clueless. They’re so convinced of their superiority and righteousness that they can’t see how precarious their position is.” Reid’s voice dripped with distain and disgust. He had more reason than most to hate the regime and want to see it fall. “The riots are getting worse in the boroughs.”

Safi nodded, the news not unexpected. “It is time.”

Reid stood and walked away. He already knew what the next step was, and would be the first to turn the tables on the regime that killed his entire family.