Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it. As his assistant, it was my job to quell his frequent tempers and extinguish the root of his many problems. The easy part was finding out why Zeus was pissed; his extended, incestuous Greek family was chock-full of overconfidence and bad judgment- the perfect recipe for a bad mood. The “brotherhood” between Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon was even more tumultuous, and I was pretty darn sure one of the two was responsible for Zeus’s current fit. That was the easy part. The hard part, on the other hand, was fixing the problem. Fragile mortals like me were never meant to work for ancient gods.
Word count: 104. For this week’s Finish-the-Story. I must admit, it was quite fun. (Yes, the title is a play off of The Wombats’s “Greek Tragedy“, which happens to be an unrelated but fantastic song. Go give it a listen, I beseech you.)
The second part of the story here: “jump into the aquarium waters“.