Drabble 79

The Senate was in an uproar. Tables were overturned, food squashed underfoot, the wine mingled with the cheese. Servants scurried to and fro, guards barred the exits.
Cato stood on a table, sword dripping blood, his visage swallowed by the shadows. At his feet lay the heads of two city generals.
“YOU FOOLS! FOOLS! YOU SOLD US!” His voice was raspy, but he still roared like a lion.
Their voices raised again, a dull whisper to his reddened ears. Cato knew what the senators were saying though. They needed the grain.
No one needed that much grain for themselves. Not when their fellow citizens were starving.
“The people have spoken!” He signaled to the guards to begin the massacre

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