SFFSat 22/11/2014 - 21st Century Leda 6

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This is the final part of 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is Zeus, dallying with a girl in a pub. He has led the girl into his bedroom, his intentions obvious. She has whispered that she knows who he is.

“Zeus” she whispers. Just the sound of my name gives me a warmth and strength, and I smile. 

 

“How did you find out?” I ask, but my hands are still concentrating on the buttons of her blouse. 

 

“Old god” she hisses. I'm not pleased by that description of me and firmly protest that I’m not so old. She smiles widely, and shakes her head. “Your time’s gone” she murmurs, her body tight against mine. “They don’t worship you any more.” My fingers are working on the strap of her bra, but she won’t shut up. “They worship us, now, not you” she adds. I lean down to kiss her again, but she’s being coy, turning her eyes downwards to my shoulder. “Our kind are the Gods, now, Zeus - they’ve created us by their worship.” Her mouth caresses my neck, and I can barely hear her as she whispers “Time for you to go.”

And her fangs sink into my neck.

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SFFSat 15/11/2014 21st Century Leda 5

SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. This is my snippet for it - please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 

This is 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is Zeus, dallying with a girl in a pub. He is leading the poor girl upstairs...

 

Up the stairs. Leda's smiling at me. Posters on the walls – Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee, Ingrid Pitt. Centuries ago the adornments would be carvings of me, of Aphrodite (working for Chanel, last I heard), or of Athene. I tighten my grip on Leda’s waist, and she squirms against me encouragingly.

As far as I can tell, she’s no relation to the last girl of this name I had. I can usually feel the blood in them, if they have any hint of my bloodline. And that’s why I’m still important – why I still matter. Most of you are pale, drab beings, without a fraction of divinity. You need me, refreshing your bloodlines, so that there are still gods walking the earth.

 

Trouble is, most of your women are using contraceptives – even my fecund seed can’t work miracles. Progress, eh?

 

First room off the top of the stairs - landlord keeps it for me. Close the door and gaze deep into her eyes (not that it’s her eyes I’m interested in). She whispers “I know who you are.”

Final part next week.

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SFFSat 8/11/2014 21st Century Leda #4

SFFSat is a place where a number of authors post snippets from their written works, and give the opportunity for comments, support and encouragement. This is my snippet for it - please also explore the other blogs that are part of this set - you can find the information here. 

This is 21st Century Leda. Our narrator is Zeus, dallying with a girl in a pub, while he ponders on the fate of his fellow deities...

I'm not much more than a man now, without your worship. Enough adulation can bring forth a God in the space of a mortal lifetime or two. Maybe less, in this global village we now inhabit – I no longer scoff at stories that Elvis has been sighted alive. But when the glory days fade, we fade with them. You occasionally read about us, and there’s a few movies made that remind you of us – not that the ones I’ve seen are up to much, though Liam Neeson almost looks like me.

I'm better off than some. Loki's in prison in Germany for fraud, and Horus' airline business just went into administration.

Leda’s smiling. I slip an arm around her waist and gently lead her towards the stairs. I’m never quite sure whether it’s my masculinity that gets them, or that I'm the executive director of a company. Means I’m rich. May not be power, but it’s better than being a nobody, like Ares. I always thought he had some backbone – but since the advent of gunpowder he’s been a broken man. The God of War who replaced him was once an oriental Dragon, and he's quite at home with the savageries of modern conflicts.

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