Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.

“How long has he been in there?” Hera asked.

Hermes stopped his fluttering back and forth outside the large golden ornate Olympus door. He turned quickly toward Hera with a small hovering bow.

“Most of the morning my Queen. I have some urgent…” before he could finish a loud BOOM of thunder crashed through the air.

No corner of Olympus was safe from this concussive wrath of Zeus.

“Move!” an angry voice shouted pushing past both of them.

Athena pounded her first on the bright door rattling the delicate ancient clockwork inside that kept it shut.

“Dad get the hell out. I need to take a shower,” she screamed.

Another thunderous explosion filled the space around them accompanied by the tiniest manly whimper.

The two Goddess’s expectantly looked at Hermes.

He shrugged at them.

“Apollo’s Sun Bean Chili Night. You know he loves the stuff.”

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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June 9th, 2015

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