The Daughters of Zeus (5)

They trickled in, but they didn’t trickle out.

With so many roommates, it can get crowded: all nine of ’em coming in and going out at all hours without so much as a by-your-leave, painting their nails, washing their stockings in my hand-basin, and eating me out of house and home (while having the cheek to criticize my choice of canned beans, on their toast). And then, there’s the eternal bickering, which never resolves anything, and usually ends in expletives that are best left deleted: “Hoity-toity Euti!” and  “Terp the twerp!” are mild examples.

I wrote by watching the characters and reporting what they said and did, but sometimes they didn’t feel like entertaining a guest. They’d lock the doors and windows to their dwelling, and put up the shutters or pull down the shades. I’d prowl the perimeter, just barely hearing the murmur of voices, or catching a glimpse of the action as one of them slipped into or out of the door. Then I’d come back and start typing, but some Muse would look over my shoulder, and say, “No, that’s not what happened.”

“No, that’s not what happened.”

“No, that’s not what happened.”

One day, I got fed up. “A whole lot of help you guys are! I oughta call the Sheriff and evict the lot of you! Then I’ll find my own Muse. Maybe a male, like the one Stephen King said he has.”





Thalia said, “Oh, that one!” She laughed. “He’s – ”

“Shut up, Thal,” Melpomene growled.

I asked, “Is he your brother?”

For the time of about two deep breaths, all I heard were the scrape of Calliope’s quill on a scroll, and the swish of meteoroids through the air (Urania was juggling). Then Euterpe said, “We … uh … don’t have any brothers.”

“Just brothers-in-law,” Terpsichore said.

Thalia said, “Ex brothers-in-law, you mean! Like Mel’s – ”

“I said, shut up!” Melpomene shrieked.

“You have no sense of humor!” Thalia sang.

“You bet I don’t! And you have no sense, at all! Like when you took up with -”

“Oh, come on!” Thalia snapped. “That’s over with!”

Melpomene snorted. “Look who’s lost her sense of humor, now!”

Polyhymnia sighed and shook her head.

“That’s history!” Thalia squealed.

Erato snickered and rolled her eyes.

“That’s right,” Clio said. “I can quote chapter and verse on every one of you – and your histories.”

The quill quit scratching, and the meteoroids hit the floor with the sound of randomly bouncing basketballs. For the next three days, the Muse on duty wouldn’t speak if another Muse passed through the room.

To be continued…. 

©2014 – 2016 Christine Plouvier. All Rights Reserved.

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2 responses to “The Daughters of Zeus (5)

    So funny Irish. Here is one of my flash fiction characters who is always calling the shots. Mr. Edwards Exits the Novel. Thanks for the bread crumb.


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