Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about old Gods dealing with diminished powers and someone finding new powers, begins after the photo.
Genre: Speculative Fiction/Humor
A Good Day
“Well?” said Hera, looking down at the heavy clouds over London. “Now would be a good time.”
“Can’t,” groused Zeus. “My Thunderbolts haven’t arrived from the Post.”
The Postman took another nip, and tucked the bottle away after delivering to 100 Olympic Court instead of 00 Olympic Ave. Weaving slightly, he shambled back to the lorry.
Young Robert Potley winced from yet more bruises delivered by the Haddington brothers. Now he had bruises on his bruises. Sighing, he opened the strange package on the doorstep. Immediately, he recognized the gleaming object. He smiled evilly.
Today would be A Good Day.
Each week, The Friday Fictioneers join to imagine 100 words of flash fiction from an image prompt, like the one at the top of this post. Look here for the prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and many other stories from inventive minds: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/11-july-2014/