The Rebellion

I loaded up my cart with olives for the run to Caeseria. The Roman roads made the trip so much easier. “Let’s go, boy,” I said to my mule. After a morning of passing olive trees and rocks, we came to the first of the roadside crosses. Counting dozens… hundreds lining the road. “Must have been a big rebellion,” I said. I recognized a few customers among the dead. And a few fellow merchants. “I hope the market is open today,” I said. “Would be a shame to have to turn back.” And we continued down the road to Caeseria.