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.
Comments appreciated!
Gods and war, where does this lead?
ReplyDeleteAh. Now we're starting to get a little of the bigger picture. Fun :-)
ReplyDeleteDon't assume you know where this is going yet - I hope to catch you by surprise with the conclusion.
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