A Roman's Holiday

Lucius Cornelius Naso, shivering, stared wonderingly at the towering structures shimmering like piles of diamonds in every direction as barbarously-attired people pressed past. He was thankful that the snow had at least been cleared from these walkways and knew, somewhere, this city must have a Roman outpost that could tell him where he was and how to return home.

Naso turned a corner and grew hopeful. Before one of the marvelous structures stood a massive conifer, strewn with lights, garlands and other gaieties.
“Ah, Saturnalia,” he whispered, heading towards the entrance and the fellow Romans he knew must be within.

©2012 Brandon Barrows