(Copyright for picture: Douglas M. Macllroy)
The Right Height?
“How high?” he asked.
“High enough.” she replied dropping the rucksack to the ground. “High enough for us. For this.”
“You think so?” He shuffled forward, sending pebbles skittering towards edge.
“Don’t.” she said. “You’ll spoil the surface. We want this to be perfect.”
“Perfect.” he repeated, holding fast where he was. “You want this to be perfect.”
“We want this.” she insisted. “We’re doing this for us. Not me.”
“For us.” he nodded. “Have you got the camera?”
She muttered something and dived into the rucksack, rummaging around until she pulled free the Victorian style camera.
“Ready?” he asked.
In Love We Are Immortal
“Aphrodite.” he called, hands loose at his sides as he saw her standing near the edge once again. You could not see the mortal world from here, but she could pretend that they felt her watching.
“The others are waiting.” he told her. “Artemis and Apollo are already at each other’s throats; we need you to keep the places from going to hell. You know how much Hades creeps me out.”
Aphrodite shook her head.
“You can’t.” he said. “It’s been too long; he wasn’t like us, they weren’t like us!”
“They were mine.” she told him.
“They were mortal.” he replied. “Mortals die.”
I’m hoping I won’t get in trouble for writing two attempts for this prompt, I wrote the first thjis morning and then the second turned up while I was at work today.