Write a poem (or Flash Fiction 55)
—inspired by Walter Parada’s work
"Thistus! I'm telling you that's him!"
"How would you know, Aemilianus, everybody knows, Emperor Charlemagne forbade children at the games."
"Did I say I just walked in through the gates of the Arena? No, I..... sneaked in at the bottom of the refuse cart."
"Ha, ha! Aemilianus the rubbish boy! Rubbish..."
"Shut up, Faustus! You two will be green with envy tomorrow, when Titus, is in front of the line at the festival."