“What do you think it’s supposed to represent?”
He looked at her, not quite believing what she’d said. He turned his attention back towards the figure carved out in the stone. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Her face puckered into a frown as she shielded her eyes and squinted up at the figure. “Not really.”
“It’s showing all of the backbreaking work that the slaves had to endure.”
Still not understanding, she gave her boyfriend a shrug. “If that is true why would they waste their precious time making that?”
Bob just rolled his eyes. It was a good job that Sandra was pretty.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers