Either side of the entrance to the stairs had two giant horse heads. The purpose of these structures was not clear to anyone. No one from town council was available to explain.
“Look carefully, at the eyes!” one man said, “don’t these eyes appear to be cameras?”
“Come on you scilly! Who will watch over this underground complex? What is here to watch?”
“Now, no one can save Nandu,” local dimwit Nathu clapped his hand, “he eloped with contractors wife.”
Nathu had watched a movie on television where soldiers hid inside a horse. In the movie also, one man ran away with another man’s wife. Nathu was certain he had seen people entering one of the horse heads.
“What’s the problem?” asked a man appearing from one of the horse heads, “why are you making so much noise? Cant a man sleep after working all night?”
It emerged that this man is a relation to the contractor who sold two busts to town council for a profit; and also managed to extract a job for his nephew who had his living quarter inside one of the busts.
Nathu, the idiot was not wrong this time.
Word Count : 195
Photo Credit : J S Brand