Frankie, Gemma, and Bobby entered the old Roman ruins after another successful jewelry heist. Gemma was proud of her younger brothers for not shooting anyone…this time. The beatings she delivered to them were finally taking hold.
She led them into the dank catacombs beneath Dover. It was 3:13 AM in the morning and she figured no one in their right mind would go there at night. They’d be all alone to divide up their loot. Nonetheless, all were watchful and tense.
Bacchus, the god of wine, sulked on Mount Olympus. Most of the gods were gone all the time. Mars, the god of war, was far busier in the modern world than in the ancient one. For the same reason, Hades was constantly busy processing the dead. Mount Olympus was empty and boring.
Bacchus hated drinking alone. He craved company. He noticed that mortals still visited the Bacchus temple ruins beneath Dover. With a smile, he snatched up a bottle of wine. It was time to reestablish contact.
He noted three mortals waited in his old temple. Bacchus wore his best toga, the one that revealed his goat’s legs. In an instant they’d know the friendly god of partying and merriment had arrived. He brushed his hair away from his freshly polished goat horns. He wanted to look nice for his triumphant and happy return to the mortal world.
He burst into the old temple, wine bottle in hand. His finest grin stretched across his face and he shouted, “Ta-da!”
Frankie saw the monster’s goat legs first and its horns second. “Devil!” he screamed.
Gemma took one look and shouted, “Kill it!”
Bacchus froze. “Huh? Devil? Wait! I’m…”
An AR-15 assault rifle, a shotgun, and two .45 Automatics began firing.
Bacchus flew against the wall and collapsed in a heap. The thieves grabbed their bags and dashed away.
Being immortal merely means weapons don’t kill. They still hurt, and Bacchus was hurting a LOT. He sat on the floor and reached into his toga. Luckily, one bottle of Amaretto survived. He sighed and mused, maybe drinking alone isn’t so bad after all!
Each Sunday photographer Alastair Forbes presents an original photo as a prompt for flash fiction stories. This is my story for the week. Look here to see what other writers imagined: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/08/30/sunday-photo-fiction-august-30th-2015/