When It Storms, Think of Zeus
How we compare
This story stems from a writing prompt given to our writing group when I was in college.
“Zeus, aged, like the wind in his hair, but strong and virile as a youth, climbs Olympus and opens the mountain’s eye and reaches in to take the light that molds to his hand like it was a part of him. It is the source of his strength, it is eternally his, it is only his.”