Modern Age Myth
That infernal alarm rattled. The sun traced a line of fire across the back of my eyes.
Fuck, why didn’t I close the curtains last night?
Shit, why didn’t I stop at the second tequila?
I cast my mind back, it was a blank. I must have got to that point where there was no longer any limit to the low things I might be tempted to do.2 It was time to get my warriors head on, no time for hangovers. I had an audition at two o’clock and couldn’t afford to fuck this one up. What if I had a brain freeze and ditched all my lines, or farted?6
I stared around the room. Papers were scattered about, and a pile of newspapers in the corner looked as though it had been flattened into a bed, 3 like it was sucking up Helen's clothes.6
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The rhythmic dripping of water counted the hours. She’d been waiting so long now, only two hundred thousand drops until she could breathe again. This prison of moss suffocated her even more with that realization of impending freedom. The moss appeared unnaturally green, inexplicable for these depths beyond the reach of photosynthesis.5
It was hard as hell being a Naiad in this day and age. No one brought sacrifices anymore. Her hair had lost its shine and worst of all this infernal thousand year wait between visits. When she was younger there had been a lot more fun. Teasing priests with a flash of her face in mirrored pools of the Parthenon. Dancing at Dionysus’ festival to the merry sway of some young lad’s hips, before having to return with dawn’s chorus to the healing moss. Unfortunately this4 cave meant she'd never been able to invite any friends home to play, and she’d lived in fear that her secret would be discovered.4 There must be some way to extend the visit this time, some way to stay and play for longer. She counted the drips, god she was horny!
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Eddie rises from underneath the stampede, devoid of shoes, the collar of his shirt, two buttons of his fly and Crystal's ticket.1
Emotive expression; confusion, pain, anger.
I read the script as the shower’s hum faded out to nothing and Helen's fluid song became more distinct. This script was absolute pants, but what choice did I have, rent was due.
The song invaded my thoughts soothing worry, washing it away like the birth of a spring in mountain dells. I could smell a hint of dew kissed heather as the door opened and she emerged naked and glistening from the shower.
My eyes popped out of my head as I stared at tight skin pulled thin over bulging belly. I looked up the perfect flowing lines of her body to those shining green eyes, deep as crystal pools.
“You should have worn a condom my dear.”
The end.
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