It’s cold as hell down here—which is where I live now, so I should know.
My husband Hades likes the cold, but I’ve never gotten used to it. It can never be too hot for me.
“Hades dear, I need a vacation to a warmer climate.”
“Okay ‘Sephie sweetie, I’ll ask Hermes to book you a trip to Circe’s island.”
I got a wing-mail from Hermes later.
“Circe’s Resort is booked-up for Olympian Couples Counseling Week. How about Mykonos?”
“That’s fine.” I happily pack my bikini.
Soon I’m on the beach, waiting for sunrise. Apollo is so hot!
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Lorraine Schein is a New York writer. Her work has appeared in VICE Terraform, Strange Horizons, Enchanted Conversation, Mermaids Monthly, and in the anthology Tragedy Queens: Stories Inspired by Lana del Rey & Sylvia Plath. The Futurist’s Mistress, her poetry book, is available from Mayapple Press: www.mayapplepress.com
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1 comments:
Bruce, I don't know where you got the illustration, but you knocked it out of the park. Perfect fit for the story.
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