“Ma’am? We’ve received a new delivery of goat cheese. Would you like me to serve you some?” asked the servant.
“That scary goat-faced gorgon in Crete, ma’am. That one that Lady Gaia hid in a cave.”
I know they say I was a priestess of Athene. But I wasn’t, Keke. Not yet any way. Listen and remember. Listen and I will not harm you.
I was making my way to her temple to leave an offering. It was dusk and I had snuck away to do this as Father didn’t want me leaving home so close to dark. I was hit from behind.
A box? A woman? What lies Epimetheus told! Good ones too! With just enough truth mixed in to make them believable. Always quick to blame a woman. Typical man. You know who Epimetheus is don’t you? Oh yes, he was the brother of Prometheus. But who was he?
You don’t know? Damn, he is good. He is the god of afterthought, father of excuses. There was no box and there was no woman!