Just past the doors, there was something going on. There were deliveries of crates day and night.
One delivery guy got lost and walked into a room full of male statues.
“I guess it’s gonna be a museum.” He scratched his head.
“Put him up over the lintel of the front door,” she smiled lustfully at the handsome face of Hermes.
“His head seems to hold up the building,” one passerby remarked.
He wanted to write home to Pericles, “Be careful, my young friend, never to piss off a Roman goddess. They need one of us to lead Athens.”
Pericles and Hermes shared two things: they were both Greek and they were both orators. Neither seemed able to keep their head…
This week’s prompt takes a classical bent Rochelle the curator at Friday Fictioneers.
Photography courtesy of: Al Forbes and Ancient History.about .com