F R I E D R I C H
Friedrich stared up transfixed at the looming spire. It was not part of skyline he remembered. His back bowed slightly under heavy thoughts. Where were the legions? Where was his house? Where was his favorite tea shop? Where were the corpses?
Well, maybe some questions didn’t need answers immediately. Or ever.
He had waited as long as he could in his study, but the lack of house surrounding his solid concrete cube suggested a regime change. And, that his social capital may be worth less than he had hoped in the ‘new world’. His gaze focused back on this unfamiliar edifice, narrowing his eyes at this interloper intervening in his moonlight.
